I had just come up for my lunch, I went into the toilet, and as I close the door, from behind the door my colleague jumps out at me, wrapping her arms around my neck, kissing my lips.
Yoga Instructor – Part 1
It’s Friday, my weekend off, much needed after a busy week, and the best thing about today is its Yoga day. I could do with a really good yoga session today.
I get into my usual morning routine, up and out of bed bright and early, a glass of OJ and some pancakes with maple syrup and berries. An unusual spring in my step this morning, I skip up the stairs into my bedroom, strip my clothes off, admire my body and put on my yoga pants and sports bra. I stare at the clock on my phone only to realise that I’ve still got an hour left before my Yoga instructor arrives and just like my phone new I was holding it, it started to ring, I squealed to myself and answered it.
Years had passed; we talked and talked all the time via text and through the Internet. Then one day we decided to meet up, and spend a couple of days together. We decided to have a night in a hotel, nerve were wreaking havoc driving to meet this wonderful girl I’d known for years but never met.
The moment had arrived, I parked at the hotel, got the room details, she had already arrived and checked in. I was so nervous I got lost on my way to the room. Eventually I found the room, *knock knock* my heart pounding as the door lock turns and she opens the door. My smile stretched across my face, my knees were weak and my heart beating was visibly through my T-shirt. She was a stunner, her long blonde hair, gorgeous smile, perfect teeth, she was shorter than me, but had the curves to make any man drool. I was in awe. I walked into the room, sitting down getting comfortable, as we sat next to each other on the bed, chatting away as if we had been doing this for years.
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Debbie shuts the door, places her bags on the floor. She takes off her blazer, placing it on the back of a chair and placing her shoes neatly in a corner. She has been travelling for nearly 6 hours, sat in a 4 hour meeting and is now in a hotel room for the night. This is not an unusual day for Debbie; she is a very successful business woman, so she is always on the move up and down the country attending shows, meetings and fashion events. Being in the fashion industry Debbie knows how to dress to compliment her curvy figure. She is a beautiful size 14, with hips and curves to make any man’s imagination run wild. She is a fit woman, regularly visiting the gym. Her E cup breasts would always attract attention, whether in the board room, the gym or the supermarket.
They were sat at opposite ends of the restaurant, both with their respected partners. She keeps glancing over to him, smiling, twirling her hair. He could only smile and occasionally send a cheeky wink her way. Both have been having a dry spell in their relationships, and even though they had never met each other, there was an instant attraction and sexual chemistry between them.
She looked over to the toilets, smirking, running her thumb across her lips. Their intuition taking over, he excused himself to go to the lavatory, shortly followed by this sexual magnet of a woman. He went into the men’s and waited just for a few seconds as she came charging in.
Saturday morning, Jeff is waking up from his heavy night out, moaning and groaning as he stretches and opens his eyes, feeling across the bed but only hits an empty unslept side of the bed. Waking up alone in bed is a frequent occurrence for Jeff as his wife is a successful business woman who frequently travels the globe speaking at conferences and increasing business. Jeff works in marketing and is successful in his own right, but generally he is the one left at home. They have no kids as Rachel is always travelling but they have discussed the possibility once she is satisfied with her business.
Sam and Melanie since moving in together have had an agreement whereby they have date night every Friday night. This one Friday Sam decided to do something different, something special for date night. It has been months since they’ve properly connected sexually and they both feel distant from each other.
Sam gets home a few hours before Mel this Friday, and he does some of the chores, texting Mel, telling her how much he loves her, how much he misses her body against his. The texts becoming sexual, short little exerts of the things he would like to do to her. Saying things he had only done a few times, or never done at all but things they’ve discussed previously.
“I can’t wait to pull your hair and bite your neck”, “I want to bend you over and spank you like my naughty little slut”.
Valentine’s Hero Part 2
He steps out of his jeans and his boxers swiftly follows as his hard cock jumps up, right in her face. She gasps at the stiff rod in front of her, as a smile creeps on her lips, her hands start moving up his legs as she moans “mmm” softly, reaching his balls, cupping them gently, looking up at Ben’s reaction, he is watching her every movement, enjoying the attention he is getting. She takes the tip and places her lips against it and give his rock hard cock a little kiss, before moving down his shaft, kissing it softly, all the way down to his balls. Jenny then licks her way up his length, before taking his cock in between Continue reading
Valentine’s Hero Part 1
Jenny was so unexcited to be finishing work as late as she was. A successful financial accountant, Jenny, was working late on a Friday evening, coming up to 7pm. Her night consisted of dinner for one in front of the TV, watching the romantic comedies that would be plastered all over every TV channel as it was that time of the year, Valentine’s Day. The day most single women dread. Jenny however had become used to this, her second Valentine’s Day without a gentleman companion. Her usual routine would be, Wake up, exercise, have some breakfast, work, gym, home, food, TV, some self-pleasure time and then repeat the next day. Jen had gotten into a routine, but this Friday was a night as she wasn’t able to leave work at her usual 5pm.
The frustration grew as she knew she would be able to go to the gym tonight, get her endorphins coursing through her veins and use the buff men at the gym in her “wank” bank later on that evening. She started to pack her things away and making her way out of the office. Her work attire fitted her body like a sleeve. Every curve was met with soft material, her blouse open enough to entice every boob lover to peer towards her 34DDs. Her skirt long enough to be professional, short enough to cause imaginations to run. Her hair tied in a ponytail, with the glasses; she was the perfect model for every guys dream work colleague. Jenny as guys would say would fit into the category of a pornstar secretary.