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“Sir? Sir?” I heard a woman say. I was happy where I was, but her voice was insistent. I opened my eyes, but the bright light made me close them instantly. I then tried slower so I wouldn't be blinded. “We've landed Sir,” the flight attendant tells me. She was wearing a retro orange outfit that the airline was using to bring back the perceived elegance of the early nineteen sixties. “We will start teleporting soon,” she informed me as I stretched and yawned. Once she turned away, she found another passenger in their pod to rouse. I woke up my tablet and saw that I had a message from Ryan saying that he was home. It was also twenty-one degrees Celsius, if you wanted to venture outside. Then the list of today's fashions if you wanted a change from what you wore the day before. Since I was going home, I didn't feel like being fussy, and kept the robe I had put on when I went to sleep for my flight. It was always too cold on these flights to sleep in just nightwear, never m...

Another Tuesday in. Another wonderful, pussy wetting Tuesday in. I walked into the living room, and my girlfriend was already naked and waiting for me. She sat up and opened her legs before reaching out with the remote to turn off the tv and patting the spot in front of her for me to take a seat. Taylor reached out with both of her hands when I was closer to grab the bottom end of my polo dress. I didn’t bother wearing a bra or panties. I never do when I get home. It just takes that much longer for the sexy times to start, and frankly, I hate wearing them. As I sink down into my designated seat, she pulls the dress up my body and over my head to toss it aside before leaning her body closer to mine. Taylor kissed my neck in appreciation before she started to rub my nipples with one hand and my pussy with the other. She knew the right amount of pressure to use when rubbing my clit. I held her waist as I kissed my way across her face to arrive at her lips. We kissed and moaned ...

It was a hard contest and aimed itself at one of my weaknesses. The contest was to write a very, very short erotic story. How short? 50-150 words short. So I just picked an interesting bit from my third attempt. Of course I didn't win with that. It wasn't a story. It was an excerpt from a make out scene. It was erotic, like they asked, but not a story. Now they are having a slightly longer one. 350 words. Also erotic, but this time it has to be SciFi. I'm trying again. I'm going to put some time in on it in a few mins. Oh, here is that losing bit, I'll come back and make the longer story, but not right now. === The Nest - 111 by jemgirl “AAHh,” I screamed as I continued to feel pain. I gasped as my hardening nipples started to hurt. I felt myself get wet and drip unto him. Despite the pain I wanted him. He moved again and it was easier. On his forth thrust into me I felt bliss in the back of mouth. I moved my hand from the chair and slid it up his s...

Here is a, treat? for you. I came across this story the other day and decided to work on it a little. I relearned about how I used to write all those years ago.  All in all it's not bad, a bit odd with it's plot, and if you are use to my stories, you will know it's not all my style, but back then, I use to try out  different ideas in shorter stories. So enjoy. === This is the story of sexual  harassment  going right. This is a fantasy. Nothing more than a story that isn't based on anyone I know. I own this story so if you want to use it or repost it, ask me first.  ===  Nine To Five: Not Quite An Office Romance = Act I = "I'm tired of you playing with me," I told Russell as I locked his door behind me. "Isn't 7 o'clock a wonderful hour?" I asked as I kicked off my heels. "What are you doing here?" he asked as I came closer. "I came back for a disk and saw that you were still her...