Fucking work

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.

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Yoga Instructor – Part 2

Sandy starts me off with some light stretches, getting us both warmed up. I quickly realised she’s a very hands on yoga instructor and before long starts using her hands to apply some pressure to my body as she helps me through the various exercises. Her hands would grip my muscles, my calf muscles, hamstring, quads, fairly high up, sending a shock through my body. I had never felt this kind of way when I was doing my yoga sessions with Corey. I’ve never felt this way especially with a woman touching my body. My mind was in confusion. My body was getting extremely turned on at the touch of Sandy’s hands against me. I think I must have let out a soft moan at some point.

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Friendly Encounter

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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Magic Hands

There I was laying on a table butt naked, with just a towel covering my lady parts, face down, waiting for my masseur. I hear the door open, “are you ready madam” I hear a husky french voice and immediately start to hope he isn’t attractive.

“Yes, I’m ready thank you”

He begins to pour oil into his hands, and starts to rub them together, gently placing them on the top of my back, running his hands up and down. The smell of lavender surrounding the room, as he starts to apply pressure to my shoulders, gently massaging them. I let out a soft moan, and he says “Oh, madame, you are very tense”.

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The Porter

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.

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Date Night

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”.

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