Unrequited Ch. 05

She sighed as she leaned on the counter, her mind drifting as she absent-mindedly mixed her favorite drink. It had been a stressful week and all she wanted now was to relax, enjoy her weekend and her man. She'd been pushing hard to finish the project at work, and her constant worries about completing it to her exacting standards has been weighing her down. She knew she was a perfectionist, but that's the way she'd always been, and it has served her well so far, 2 promotions within 2 years and she was climbing the ladder fast. She had been pushing so hard, she did worry that he was feeling neglected, and that brought a frown to her delicate features. But that small frown disappeared as she realized he'd be walking in the door soon. The sound of his diesel truck pulling in the driveway a welcome respite from the weariness weighing on her. Catching a whiff of his scent, the sweat, aftershave and musk of a hard day's work pouring off of him stirs a longing in her as h

Many thanks to ChancesAre for helping me with wording and giving me some much-needed feedback. I cannot thank them enough, really. * I should've known this would become a problem for me later on. Maybe I did, and, much like any man when he is aroused, I just chose to ignore it. Having sex with a friend's mom is practically the textbook stupid porn plotline everyone makes fun of. You cannot be prepared for a conscious decision once an opportunity to do it actually presents itself. The thing about Karla was she didn't really like me. Actually, that's an understatement. She fucking despised me, and over the years I learned to despise her back. I'll spare you the bullshit about love and hate being close on the spectrum, because what we shared couldn't be further from love if we tried. I'll also spare my (let's be honest, former) friend from being named in these sordid little tales, for old times' sake. I do not know what Karla saw in me. I was not wide

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This is 100% true, some of the dialogue might have been different in the moment though. I changed our names for privacy reasons but, if you like it, I can write about the new stuff we try. Let me know in the comments, maybe some ideas to try on him. *** Quarantine has been rough on everyone. My roommate, Dawson, had a chronic lung issue, so I really made sure I took this whole thing serious. I very rarely saw my girlfriend, so many nights would be spent smoking weed and jerking off. After a few months I was insanely horny and started to watch more and more porn and eventually started talking to my roommate about sex more. At this point in my life, I was fairly sure I was at least bisexual, or at least not 100% strait. I sucked one guy off before and it was alright, but he couldn't get me off, so he gave up after a while. Anyways, me and Dawson started watching porn together one night when we were really high. I waited for him to pull his dick out before I did, fearing him thinkin

I felt my phone buzz in pocket while I was at the high top table for my company's happy hour. Well company's was a stretch, basically the four of us went out drinking a couple times a week to lament work stories and blow off some steam. Grabbing my phone and looking at the notification saying Jake had sent me a Snapchat, I felt my cheeks burn a deep red unintentionally and I couldn't help but have a small smile creep across my face. "Whoa someone crush just texted them!" I heard Alex call out my way. "No just, just a funny meme!" I said back unconvincingly. "Whatever, don't tell us the hot details, we're all not a group of sex starved maniacs!" He joked. "Speak for yourself you creep!" Jessica teased him back. "Let him chat up whoever he's talking to without you ruining things!" "Yeah! Now if you don't mind..." I said trailing off with a smile as I opened my phone and they went back to the office

I was really excited to start this new job. I was one of three women working in an office full of men, so I was a bit nervous. I arrived on my first day and Carl was the first person I saw. Ours eyes met and heat went straight between my legs. He was tall...really tall, handsome, and so...fucking...sexy with that damn van dyke (Jeezus). To say there was an instant spark is putting it mildly. I blushed as he introduced himself and shook my hand, holding it maybe a little longer than he should have, but I didn't mind. The office manager who hired me hadn't arrived yet, so Carl offered to show me around, and I happily took him up on the offer. Before we got very far along on the tour, the office manager arrived and, to my disappointment, took over and went about getting me settled. I spent my first few weeks learning the lay of the land and getting familiar with all my responsibilities. Since I was the office assistant, I interacted with everyone, all day, every day and interact