Angela’s Seduction

Chris was a shy guy, not traditionally handsome or attractive to the ladies, he had had a few high school girlfriends who had made out with him but since hitting university his time had been taken up with study and work. He still noticed the fairer sex but they didn’t seem to notice him. It was until his economics class in his 2nd year that he started getting noticed. Not by a lot of women, just one in particular. Angela was a perfect 50s pinup girl. Perfectly styled hair, intense makeup, big boobs, wide hips, narrow waist, and an impeccable 50s dress sense that somehow was also ultra modern. Chris was a nerdy guy, short and skinny, he often wore shirts from the metal gigs he’d been to with his dark, baggy trousers. He had no idea why she was attracted to him but since the start of their class together she’d been working her way to him getting closer and closer. She would volunteer to be on his team for group projects or he’d find her sitting next to him in class. He found her exceptionally attractive but was to shy to act upon it. Angela finally made her move during a two person group project when she realised his shyness was stopping him. Continue reading “Angela’s Seduction”

Spanking the New Girl

He’d been with the company for years. He was a stern gentleman, everything was ordered and always in place. He was ruggedly tall with broad shoulders. His no nonsense manner brought him much respect, when he spoke people listened. Unlike the typical alpha male he did not need to continually display his control, with a softly spoken word and a piercing stare he would get exactly what he wanted with little fuss. Other alphas paled under his stare.

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Fleshy Femme Fatale

She hated it.

She admitted to it freely. She hated his fleshlight. That disgusting “toy”. That thing he put his penis in to feel good. Was she not enough? Why did he feel he needed it, that replacement for her vagina?

It was just sitting there on his side of the bed, he’d used it last night and just left it sitting on the bed side table. It was all she could do to look at it, and yet she couldn’t look away. How could something so dirty make him so happy?

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