Zelturlaub 1ZelturlaubIch verdiente zwar nicht schlecht, aber einen Kolbenfresser bei meinem Auto in Verbindung mit einer teuren Reparatur verkraftete mein Bankkonto auch nicht so einfach und stillschweigend. Das Ergebnis war die Streichung eines „normalen“ Urlaubs, d. h. mit gebuchtem Hotel und gutem Essen. So begab ich mich mit meinen 30 Jahren noch einmal in den Keller und förderte sämtliche Zeltutensilien meiner Jugend wieder ans Tageslicht. Eine ganze Woche jeden Abend mit Reparaturarbeiten verbracht und schon sah die ganze Ausrüstung fast wieder wie neu aus. Der Campingurlaub konnte beginnen.Zwei Tage später war es dann soweit, Auto packen und ab in die Bretagne auf einen Zeltplatz welchen mir ein Arbeitskollege empfohlen hatte.…

“Hey girl! This guy, I think his name is Roy, wants me to dance with him so I’ll be back later. Try to enjoy yourself in the meantime. You deserve it!” my best friend, Stephanie, says as a handsome man drags her toward the mob of sweaty and grinding bodies. She turns around and her long blonde hair bounces as she walks away. She sways her narrow hips as she walks, then I see her sparkly red dress disappear into the abyss. I sit at the bar, utterly alone. I can’t believe Steph would leave me tonight. After the day I’ve had I’m surprised she left my side. To be…

Disclaimer: Both characters are adults and everything they do is consensual. A woman’s particular outfit does not mean that she wants sex. Slutshaming is real and harmful. It is implied that consent about dirty talking and infliction of pain has been discussed beforehand, including safewords. *** I need you. I need you here, right now, please. You turn to look at me, smile politely, and ask about the conference that we’re supposed to go to later that week. I can’t concentrate on a word you’re saying. All I can think about is you pushing me up against a wall, lifting my skirt up, and fucking me. Fuck. But we’re colleagues,…

You heard him close the front door, but paid him no heed. He would probably just grab a beer and turn on the game just like he normally did. You could feel the ache in your muscles and hoped that the hot shower would help you relax. You didn’t hear the door to your bedroom creak open behind you. He stood in the doorway admiring your luscious body. He had had a long and hard day at work and desperately needed to feel your body against his. He silently crossed the carpeted floor until he was right behind you. He encircled his arms around your body and you could feel…

It was the last glass of wine that made me do it. I wasn’t sure how I got into this mess, and had no clue how I was going to get out of it, but here I was and here she was. I was an extremely married man, but it seems that my right hand had developed a mind of it’s own and had independently slid itself up the inside of Elaine’s thigh until the edge of my palm was resting against the seam of her panties. I really expected her to slap me silly, or at least to protest and push it away, instead she shifted in the seat…

It’s been over two weeks now since I’ve published a new story. Not for lack of effort of course. I’ve sat down in exactly this spot at least once a day, but the words just simply aren’t coming. Who knew that writing semi-fictional stories about sex could somehow be unmotivating? Sure, I keep scrolling through a dozen different partly written stories, looking for something that will motivate me to complete it. A little edit here, maybe an extra line there, but there’s no creative spark coming. Even the stories that look like a good idea seem like they’re going to take way too much effort to complete. Here’s one about…

It’s the work’s xmas night, I’m freckled and tanned from my holiday, my hair is blonder from the sunlight, he’s togged up to the nines and freshly shaven. We saw each other as soon as we came in, I saw him looking at me during the meal and I’m sure you caught me doing the same. We’ve had a few drinks, we can almost taste the tension, we try to flirt with other people as well to cover our tracks, but we can’t resist a bit of dirty dancing together, I can feel him hard against me, he knows I’m wet and longing for him. He says he’s away to…

For Shelley Kimberley could feel the warmth of the late afternoon sunshine seep through the windows and flow through the soft cotton of her pale yellow summer dress. Warm weather like this wasn’t unusual for late May, but it had come unexpectedly and she had had to dig deep in her closet to find something light enough to be comfortable. She looked south into the courtyard of the elementary school, her school, and her home away from home. The sunflowers that her kindergartners had planted several weeks ago were sprouting up nicely, but her thoughts were far from the flowers and her students. All she could think of was the…

After our first sexual interlude Amy has behaved as if nothing has happened so I don’t mention anything and we go on with out normal working relationship. Nothing seems to have changed at all so when the work load is large again and I suggest she may like the overtime she agrees although this time it will not just be the two of us alone so I feel relaxed that we will not be in a position to misbehave the way we did before. We all finish work together at 7.00pm and as the others leave I see Amy standing at the front door and I ask if her boyfriend…

My favorite assistant, Roger, was truly amazing. He was the most efficient assistant I have ever had in my twenty years in various managerial positions. For a fantastic looking guy in his mid twenties, Roger never acted like a conceited young stud. Always friendly and helpful, he was a true treasure to have in the office. But his office skills are not his best talents. When our company was going through a merger recently, my job became very stressful. I was having to spend long hours at the office, and the auditors were driving me crazy. One night we had stayed extra late, trying to keep up with the extra…