Sooooo after that first time in the supply closet, I couldn't stop thinking about it. Like, all week. It replayed in my mind at the most inappropriate times. Meetings, whilst typing up reports, even while trying to make small talk by the coffee machine.

Three times that week I'd found myself in bed, panties around my ankles, remembering the look on Tom's face when I'd exposed myself to him.

One week later and he was looking better, more like his old self. He'd even joined in with some office banter that morning. But now, midway through Friday, he was looking at me earnestly.

"Hey Sarah," he said, his voice casual. "I need to grab some supplies from the closet. You know where the good pens are, right?"

I felt a blush creeping up my neck. I glanced around the office, and once again, everyone was absorbed in their work, no one paying us any attention.

"Sure," I said, trying to sound equally casual. "I can show you, if you want?"

“That would be perfect.”

We stood up almost simultan... continue reading

There are probably healthier ways to help someone get over a breakup, but possibly none as effective (or hot) lol

Everyone on our little desk island knew that Tom had recently broken up with his girlfriend, and we were all trying our best to tread carefully around him, making sure not to make any jokes about how much it sucks being single etc. For the most part, we had been doing well, but he had still been staring into space or going out to “grab things from the car” multiple times a day.

It had only been a week since the breakup, and almost everything seemed to trigger him, so when I saw the calendar reminder pop up on his PC screen–”VACATION WITH JULIE!!!!”–I knew he was gonna be kinda fucked.

Sure enough, he stared at his screen for a moment then just pushed his chair back, standing up from his desk and walking toward the little supply closet down the hall. I watched as the door closed behind him, expecting him to reappear quickly with a handful of pens or notebooks. But he didn... continue reading

Obviously I didn’t plan it like that, it just kind of happened.

For anyone who doesn’t know, the heat in the UK over the last few days has been INSANE, and so a couple of days ago I was hanging out in my garden with my friend’s Mark and Dave. The idea was that they were supposed to be helping me tidy the back yard before our weekly gaming session, but after a small amount of token weed-pulling, we were all bored and tired and sweaty, so we ended up lazing around and doing not much of much.

Dave and Mark were both on their laptops at the table, taking refuge from the sun beneath the patio umbrella, whereas I was lying on a blanket on the grass in my new sundress, my skin bronzed already and absolutely dripping with sweat.

"They completely ruined stealth builds with this update,” Mark said, staring at his laptop reading the patch notes of some game I wasn’t familiar with. “Every enemy has an absurd detection radius now.”

“Sucks to suck,” Dave replied, not really listening either, ty... continue reading

“Are you awake?” he asked, his voice coming through the dark of my bedroom. I was on my side facing the wall. The clock on my nightstand said 2:47 AM.

I waited a moment before answering, debating the pros and cons of admitting my restlessness.

“Yeah,” I said, deciding it was better to suffer together rather than alone. “Can’t sleep either?”

“No,” he said from the floor beside my bed. I heard him shift on the air mattress and I rolled over to look at him. The streetlight came through my blinds and made stripes across his face. He was on his back with his hands behind his head, staring at the ceiling.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

“Just can’t shut my brain off,” he said. “Work stuff. Money stuff. The usual. What about you?”

I sighed. “Same, I guess.”

I sat up. My tank top was old and thin. I knew my nipples showed through, but I didn’t care, and I’m sure Mike didn’t either. I’d known him for twelve years at this point, and he’d seen me in everything from bathing suits to sports bras.... continue reading

*[Changed the names of the games to protect the innocent lol]*

Sooo this one happened back when I lived in student housing in college, sort of in the early evening when I was in the middle of some intense doom scrolling on my phone, lying on my bed in a baggy white t-shirt that hung down to my thighs and a pair of long grey socks that came up to my knees.

"It's open," I called out. A few seconds later, the door opened and Lex stepped inside, giving me a sheepish wave.

"Hey," he said. "My laptop died and I need to finish that history assignment. Can I use yours?"

"Sure," I said, gesturing toward my desk. "You know the password, right?”

He nodded, kicking off his sneakers by the door. He crossed the space to my desk and sat down, and I rolled onto my stomach to watch him as his fingers moved across the keyboard.

"What's this?" he clicked on something in the bottom toolbar. “Jesus, Sarah!”

“What?” I asked, my stomach dropping. Had I left my nudes open? A porn tab? “What are you s... continue reading

Okay this one is gonna be long so settle in and enjoy! It all started when I’d just turned 21, and the bus had just dropped me off outside the entrance to Azure Lagoon Resort, and adults only resort and spa.

"Sarah?"

I turned to see the young woman who had called my name. She had long blonde hair and was wearing a blue uniform with yellow trim.

“That’s me,” I said. “Nice to meet you.”

"Nice to meet you too. I’m Rose, by the way.” She extended her hand and I shook it. “Congratulations on getting the job and welcome to Azure! I'll be showing you around today. Do you need any help carrying your stuff?”

"Oh, sure, thank you!"

“No problem,” she said, taking my suitcase by the handle, moving with the easy confidence of someone who had done this before. Her smile came quickly and stayed there, bright and unguarded. I decided I liked her. “Are you nervous?”

“A little,” I admitted as we started toward the treeline, the suitcase wheels bouncing on the dirt road. “I’ve never worked at a h... continue reading

It wasn’t intentional. I just…couldn’t stop myself.

My legs opened a little wider and I rocked forward, placing my hand on his thighs, lowering my shoulders and head toward him. Toward…*it*.

I hadn’t noticed it at first–I’d been too busy looking at my phone, trying my best to act like this was even slightly normal. But as I continued grinding against his mouth, my thoughts grew more frantic, more desperate, and I realized that through the thin fabric of his sweatpants, I could see it; long, hard, and twitching.

*Shit. He's hard because of me, I thought, my mind reeling. Because I'm sitting on his face. Because I’m naked. Because he can taste me…*

Part of me was horrified; this was my friend, someone I'd known for years. I should stop, I told myself. This has gone too far already. But even as the thought formed, I found myself shifting, changing the angle of my hips so I could get lower, closer, so I could bring my lips toward it.

"Are you still okay?" I whispered. "This…looks re... continue reading

“I didn’t even know that was a thing,” I said, looking at him earnestly. “Why?”

He shrugged, a little defensively. “I…don’t know. I just think it's kinda hot.”

“But what do you get out of it?”

He sighed. “Forget it, sorry. I didn't mean to make it weird.”

“Don’t worry, you didn’t!” I said, scooting closer to him on the bed, the mattress dipping beneath our combined weight. “I think it's interesting! It’s always kind of fun to find out what kinks your friends have.”

“It’s not a kink!” he protested. “It just…you know…I read about it and it sounds interesting…”

“Not a kink?” I raised an eyebrow. “So if I told you I wanted to try it right now, you wouldn’t be into it?”

He swallowed, his gaze flickering between my eyes and the bedspread “I…ummm…”

I scooted even closer, our thighs touching. “Because I agree. It does sound interesting. Kind of like a nice way to relax after a day at work…”

“Right!?” he said, his enthusiasm rising. “That’s the whole vibe! I just want to be there for y... continue reading

This wasn’t something I had done intentionally, let me just say that before we get started.

I don’t just go flashing my pussy to anyone and everyone, no matter what my penchant for horny monster novels might lead you to believe. Lol.

What happened was - I’d come home from work, stripped off my skirt and blouse, stockings, bra and thong and hopped in a steaming hot shower to wash away the day and unwind after a busy 8 hours at the office. My muscles were tight and I was exhausted, but the steam and the sweet and fruity scent of my body wash plucked away my aches and pains until I was thoroughly relaxed and squeaky clean.

I got out, dried and dressed in my tank top and the little booty shorts I liked to sleep in, ready for an evening of reading some especially spicy fantasy romance. Fucking perfect.

I swear!! ***just*** as by butt landed on the couch - someone knocked at my door. I mean, it had been at least 20 minutes, but still.

It was just my luck, honestly. I groaned, almost te... continue reading

Together, Josh and I walked up the sand, our bodies dripping and salty, my bikini still clinging to me. I wrung water from my hair as we walked, trying not to think about the way his body had felt against mine in the ocean, the feel of my soft ass pressed against his thigh, trying to focus instead on the way the sand burned the soles of my feet, a pleasurable contrast to the cold saltiness of the ocean. As for Josh himself, I have no idea what he was thinking, his eyes scanning the horizon as we walked back to our towels in silence.

We sat down in the same spot as before, away from the clusters of umbrellas and noisy groups of teenagers throwing frisbees. Their distant shouts faded beneath just the roll of the tide and gulls above.

I looked out at the water, whilst beside me, Josh stretched out flat on his front, folding his arms beneath him and closing his eyes.

“Wake me if I crash,” he mumbled, his eyes closed, his breath heavy already.

“Sure,” I said, feeling it too; the ge... continue reading

The next time we went to the beach, I knew I wanted to push it further. For some reason, the idea of teasing him had become kind of an obsession of mine; something I had thought about regularly since our last trip, especially late at night with my hands between my legs.

Not that I would ever admit that to him.

Or even to myself, really. Josh was my best friend, and I'd never do *anything* to jeopardise that. Except, of course, my pussy had other ideas.

We didn’t talk about what had happened last time, but I felt like maybe something had changed between us. Not on the surface, but like…underneath. Something unspoken, I guess. I could feel it in the way we didn’t message each other for the next few days, and the way his voice was a little more hesitant to answer when I called him, like he was trying not to remember the feel of my nipples under his thumbs.

“Hey, want to go to the beach again? I had fun last time…”

“Oh…uh…yeah, sure!”

The next day we drove to the beach just... continue reading

I should’ve worn something else.

That much was obvious.

Only it hadn’t been obvious when I’d picked it out that morning, sifting through a drawer packed with slutty underwear and provocative nightwear. Compared to some of that stuff, the bikini was positively tame. Only, standing next to Josh on the hot sand, it suddenly seemed anything but. It hugged me tightly beneath my clothes, and the thought of stripping down out of my towel in front of him made me feel a little weird.

Not that I needed to worry; he didn’t think of me that way.

Like, at all.

We’d driven to the beach on a whim, a rare occasion when it was just the two of us, away from the rest of the group. Josh was one of my oldest and closest friends, but nowadays it sometimes felt as if we hardly spoke, all that boring Life Stuff getting in the way. I looked around the beach and smiled, pretending I wasn’t comparing every other girl’s bikini to mine.

“Aren't you going to get changed?” Josh said, taking off his T-sh... continue reading

Soooooo it happened on Tuesday, which meant it was my turn to host board game night. My friend Mark arrived at 7:03 with a bag full of board games as usual.

"Sorry I'm late," he said, pushing his glasses up his nose. "The new expansion for Cosmic Encounter came today and I had to punch out all the tokens."

"No worries," I said, standing up to meet him. "I’m just glad you’re finally here…I’ve been looking forward to it all day."

And it was true. I loved my gaming sessions with Mark; a welcome break from the sometimes-depressing routine of life. Together we could escape to our little fantasy lands, bitching bosses exchanged for fearsome dragons, tax returns replaced by ancient prophecies. He was a huge nerd when it came to the research, and for the most part I was more than happy to go along for the ride. But tonight, I had a few plans of my own.

"Sit down," I said, patting the bed beside me, the usual area for our gaming sessions. The only difference was that tonight I’d worn my n... continue reading

Our lips found each other again quickly, lubricated with his cum, messy and slick and desperate, my hands finding her tits, her hips, her thighs, her ass. I pulled her on top of me without thinking, no longer worrying about the impact on our friendship, no longer worrying about what this all meant, safe in the knowledge that my brain had turned off and my pussy had taken over.

Julie’s mouth was hot and messy, the taste of his cum mixed with her saliva as she kissed me hard enough that my head sank into the pillow. Her body pressed down into mine with greedy weight, her bare breasts flattening against my chest, nipples dragging against my skin, slipping and catching with every slight shift of her hips.

She rolled her pelvis against me without hesitation, her pussy gliding up my mound with a wet slide that made both of us gasp quietly into each other’s mouths, making it obvious she needed me under her, grinding slow at first, then harder, letting the pressure line up perfectly with the... continue reading

“We’re going to have a little competition,” Julie said, stretching out, kneeling beside me, both of us still naked. Max’s cock, recently freed from his shorts, bobbed in anticipation of our attention. “Let’s find out who can suck it the best.”

He blinked. “Oh god…”

“It’s simple, Max. We’ll take turns,” she said, sitting up. “You watch. Then all you have to do is choose.”

“Choose?” he said, as if it was his first time hearing the word.

“Yes,” she said, dragging her fingers up his thigh. “Who made you feel better? Who sucked it best. Properly. Okay?”

“Okay…”

“Oh. And no cumming. Not yet.”

“Fuck.”

“I go first,” she said, brushing her hair back.

I leaned back on my heels, watching, realising as I did so that I had been making small circles on my clit with my fingers as she had been speaking. I guess I was a slut now too. Whoops.

Max swallowed hard as Julie lowered her mouth to his cock, eyes locked on his. She started slowly, dragging her tongue up the underside, from base to ti... continue reading

Standing in the doorway of our room, towel wrapped around my body, watching the sunset break apart on the surface of the hotel's infinity pool, I finally admitted it to myself…

I was horny.

Not just a little bit horny. Not just tipsy-on-holiday horny.

I needed to fuck.

And that meant I needed to win the competition.

Behind me, Julie emerged from the bathroom in her white bikini, her hair in a loose braid, a few strands falling around her face. She looked great, just like always, and I gave her a smile. Max was already outside, sitting at the shallow steps with the water lapping around his waist. He looked good, too; his hair damp, droplets on his chest, arms resting on the tiles behind him. He was looking at the sunset, and I wondered if he was remembering his ex-girlfriend. If so, I was hopefully about to change that.

“Hey, Max,” I said, stepping out to meet him. Before he could answer, I unhooked my towel and threw it onto one of the loungers, revealing the new bikini I picked... continue reading

“Sarah! Have you put it on yet?”

“No,” I said quickly. “Not yet.”

“What are you waiting for? It’ll look amazing on you!”

“Oh my God, shut up!” I shouted, embarrassment flowing through me. Standing in the changing room, I held the outfit at arms length from me, my hand completely visible through the mesh fabric, wondering how the hell I’d let her talk me into this. Outside, the sound of footsteps, hangers clacking, occasional laughter. Max was somewhere beyond the curtain too, probably scrolling his phone and wondering how he’d been roped into a girls’ holiday shopping trip.

I held the outfit up to the light. “Julie, it’s practically see-through.”

“That’s the point!” she shouted, her voice filled with glee and mischief.

“Fine, I’ll put it on, but I’m not coming out!”

Julie didn’t answer.

I braced myself, peeling off my clothes, putting them in a pile beside me, and sliding the new outfit over me. The fabric was tight, pushing and pulling across my skin. I stood back from the mi... continue reading

I groaned and rolled onto my back, keeping my eyes open and staring at the nothingness of the ceiling. The sheets were twisted around my thighs, one of the straps of my pajama top sliding from my shoulder and revealing my left breast. I didn’t care. I was too hot, too sticky, too tired. Besides, Julie had been snoring for the last fifteen minutes, and my body still felt electric from the club, from the drinks, from the crush of the people.

I tried not to think about it, scrunching my eyes up tight. The images played anyway, bright and vivid and demanding my attention, her ass exposed and gyrating, right there, in front of everyone…so shameless…so slutty…so fucking hot…

I pressed the heel of my hand lightly against my forehead, trying to get my brain to shut up. I was drunk, that’s all. Overtired and undersexed. I tried closing my eyes again. Maybe if I held perfectly still, the images would leave me alone.

Or, maybe I could just…

My hand drifted beneath the sheet, finding its way... continue reading

The club was hot and loud and sweaty, the air thick with perfume, spilled alcohol, and the throbbing pulse of the bass. Beams of light cut across the room in sharp lines, dancing with the crowd in rhythmic pulses. People were packed tight on the dancefloor, bodies brushing and grinding, hips rolling in time with the beat.

This was not my scene, and I’m pretty sure it wasn’t Max’s either, but Julie was grinning, her blue dress clinging to her skin, the thin straps barely holding it together, her breasts bouncing with every step.

“Let’s get drinks first!” Julie shouted over the music, pointing at the bar. Max nodded, still looking a little overwhelmed, his eyes darting over the crowd. I felt his pain. An evening inside with a good book or videogame was more my speed. I touched his arm lightly.

“You okay?” I mouthed.

He nodded emphatically, like he did this sort of thing every day.

“Of course!”

Julie grabbed his hand and pulled him toward the bar, dragging him through the mass of d... continue reading

Julie was still asleep when I woke up.

For a moment I lay still and listened to the air conditioner, my head heavy from the previous night of cocktails and dancing. I wasn’t hungover, but I’d drank enough that the morning light peeking around the edge of the blackout drapes felt like an invasion of our sanctuary. Julie seemed less bothered, her quiet, uneven breathing drifting from the pile of blankets on the other bed. I rolled onto my side and checked my phone.

It was just after six in the morning.

Despite the lingering heaviness in my limbs, my body felt restless, bristling at the memory of Julie recounting her flirtation with the guy by the pool. *Oh, yeah, he’s actually sooooo nice. Super kind and a bit dorky. Shame I got to him first, right?*

She changed position in her sleep as if aware I was thinking about her, adjusting the blanket to reveal a tiny pair of panties twisted around her hips, her face pressed down into the pillow, hair fanned out all around her.

Even like t... continue reading