I think I'm going to try my hand at this sex story thing. It's the closest thing to the real thing I'm gonna get. I just don't know how to start. It all sounds so cheesey. Sounds wonderful in my head, but then I try to get it out... and.. crap. Cheeseball of the century.
Here goes nothing.
It's like I need a prompt. . So prompt me!
You know, work gets to be too much sometimes. Well most of the time really. Day in, day out, same thing same people. Same bitchy soccer moms with their kids and annoyed yet tethered down husbands in towe. I feel bad for those guys, they come to the bar to get away from soccer mom and look, there she is, nagging the whole time. You know lady, don't get mad at me because your husband won't bang you anymore. Don't get mad at me because he's checking out my ass and happened to catch my name from my name tag. Yes he was looking at my tits. Maybe you shouldn't have let yourself go after you popped out kid #2. God, these women really get to me. Part of me wants to take deserving dad in my office and give him what he needs. I wonder just how long it's been since he's had a warm, soft, young mouth on his cock; how long it's been since he's seen a perky tit or slapped an ass that doesn't wobble for days. I sit and wonder and one of these days I will find out. He keeps himself fit, but for who? Think he has a mistress? He runs, and lifts and goes tanning, keeps his hair looking nice and wears nice clothes. For who, you think its for you soccer mom? God I just want to make him remember. I come to your table I smile at you and talk to your kids, I cater to you and then subtly rub myself on him. "Sorry." I say, as he smiles right at my mistake. You're too naive to catch on. No, naive isn't the right word. You're too much of a self-centered cunt to notice. I notice him every time you come in. I know his name because he always pays, and always makes sure to leave me a big tip. God, if he knew I didn't want his money. Michael. I don't care about your last name. It's only your first I'd be screaming.
Every day he comes in, family and all, he leaves me soaked and has no idea. He rarely comes in alone, but when he does I send him home thinking of how much he hates to be heading there. "Stay for a beer, catch an inning of the game." "Meet me out back so I can sneak you in the office and give you what you deserve from a woman." Okay, that last one is just a thought; a thought I scream from my inside, the inside where he belongs.
He's here, alone, and actually sitting at the bar? No, it's not him. Well, wait, yes it is. Must be waiting on carry out.. No, no carry out. Strange, wonder what's going on. His body language is loose; he's wearing a button up too- not just shorts and a tee. Man he looks nice. Something is different. I go and check his tab, he's still on his first beer. I'm almost off, in more ways than one.
Finally, I'm with him, without her. He has no idea I want him inside me, he has no clue how much he deserves. Just one drink and then home to get myself off. Just the one drink he offered to buy me? And the second? An hour later and his leg is touching mine.
And that's all I got for now.. I'm super tired!
And jsyk.. you, yeah, I'm talking to you, this is just a story. Not real, not from any sort of real experience or desire.
Here goes nothing.
It's like I need a prompt. . So prompt me!
You know, work gets to be too much sometimes. Well most of the time really. Day in, day out, same thing same people. Same bitchy soccer moms with their kids and annoyed yet tethered down husbands in towe. I feel bad for those guys, they come to the bar to get away from soccer mom and look, there she is, nagging the whole time. You know lady, don't get mad at me because your husband won't bang you anymore. Don't get mad at me because he's checking out my ass and happened to catch my name from my name tag. Yes he was looking at my tits. Maybe you shouldn't have let yourself go after you popped out kid #2. God, these women really get to me. Part of me wants to take deserving dad in my office and give him what he needs. I wonder just how long it's been since he's had a warm, soft, young mouth on his cock; how long it's been since he's seen a perky tit or slapped an ass that doesn't wobble for days. I sit and wonder and one of these days I will find out. He keeps himself fit, but for who? Think he has a mistress? He runs, and lifts and goes tanning, keeps his hair looking nice and wears nice clothes. For who, you think its for you soccer mom? God I just want to make him remember. I come to your table I smile at you and talk to your kids, I cater to you and then subtly rub myself on him. "Sorry." I say, as he smiles right at my mistake. You're too naive to catch on. No, naive isn't the right word. You're too much of a self-centered cunt to notice. I notice him every time you come in. I know his name because he always pays, and always makes sure to leave me a big tip. God, if he knew I didn't want his money. Michael. I don't care about your last name. It's only your first I'd be screaming.
Every day he comes in, family and all, he leaves me soaked and has no idea. He rarely comes in alone, but when he does I send him home thinking of how much he hates to be heading there. "Stay for a beer, catch an inning of the game." "Meet me out back so I can sneak you in the office and give you what you deserve from a woman." Okay, that last one is just a thought; a thought I scream from my inside, the inside where he belongs.
He's here, alone, and actually sitting at the bar? No, it's not him. Well, wait, yes it is. Must be waiting on carry out.. No, no carry out. Strange, wonder what's going on. His body language is loose; he's wearing a button up too- not just shorts and a tee. Man he looks nice. Something is different. I go and check his tab, he's still on his first beer. I'm almost off, in more ways than one.
Finally, I'm with him, without her. He has no idea I want him inside me, he has no clue how much he deserves. Just one drink and then home to get myself off. Just the one drink he offered to buy me? And the second? An hour later and his leg is touching mine.And that's all I got for now.. I'm super tired!
And jsyk.. you, yeah, I'm talking to you, this is just a story. Not real, not from any sort of real experience or desire.
littlejohn22:
this is really good stuff... you should look into getting a stories like this published... at lest getting them out of your head and on to paper...
gmd:
Hey I miss you in chat dollface 