so instead of hounding her non-stop, I threw my engagement ring in the garbage and instantly changed my relationship status to single, and of course Facebook sweetly asked me if I wanted to delete all tagged posts, restrict him, and if I wanted to keep my newly single status secret for now, I said yes to all. There done.
Go back to your fucking ex wife you son of a bitch, I thought, maybe she will feel sorry for your nightly fucked ass, cuz you aint getting it from me no more…
Winter Break Rendezvous
Oh, my god was it time to get ready for Christmas again? How I was so tired of Christmas all the rushing around for family dinners with family you only get to see once a year and try to catch up with them and pretend that your life is better than theirs, so totally fake. And trying to find presents for people who didn’t matter anymore. Why was Christmas so fucking commercial anyhow? I missed the traditional way of Christmas with Christmas carols coming to your door and the family standing together listening to them in peaceful happiness, and then of course mom would always bring enough homemade hot Choco for everyone. I miss how family would get together and prepare the Christmas dinner together enjoying each other’s company. The hunt for the family Christmas tree with Dad as we would then cheer him on as he cut it down by hand. Then preparing the house for the tree itself was a celebration, putting on the little white lights, and then the angel, stringing fresh popcorn for garland and all the family heirloom tree decorations. Now tree decorations are made of plastic and replaceable, there isn’t any sentimental attachment to them.
And the one biggest reason I hated going back home for Christmas was I was so sick and tired of being asked why I hadn’t found the right man. And why did I need a man anyway I was doing just fine without one. I had a great career, I had my own rental pad, I mean I was finally moving and making things happen in my life for the better. I didn’t need another fucked up relationship to deal with, no not me I had already done that for six years, I wasn’t about to give my life up for anyone. I was happy with my life, so why change it right.
I finally had my dream job that I had worked so hard to get I was a legal assistant to the upscale law firm. We mostly catered to the family law so divorce was the big money maker for us as you can imagine. Being that I worked for three of the top lawyers in the firm I was getting used to working long hours and having very limited time to myself. But at least I could look forward to two full weeks of the firm being closed from December 24 to January 6. I was going to head back up to the Oregon coast for the family Christmas celebrations, even though I couldn’t stand Christmas at this very moment, I had to put on a good face.
I sat at my desk finishing up some legal documents that needed to be proofed and couriered over to Supreme Court before four pm.
When I was rung by one of the lawyers. “Annabel come into my office please, oh and bring in your laptop I’ll need you to take notes.”
“yes sir, I’ll be right in.” I quickly gather the items I need and slipped back into my back high heels, grabbed my glasses I swear I was blind as a bat when it came to working on the laptop or any kind of note taking or reading for that matter. I undid one button on my blouse as this particular lawyer liked to see cleavage when I came into his office. I guess he didn’t get much action these days as he seemed to live here at the firm. He was here when I brought him his Starbucks Caramel macchiato and cranberry scone in the mornings, and he would be in his office much past the time I left. The other two lawyers that I worked for were more of the type that likes to see me in full dress suit professional at all times attitude. My dirty blonde hair was in a messy bun, which I hated so much as my hair was naturally curly and impossible to keep tidy for my job.
I approached his office door knocked quietly and waited for him to say “come”.
“Come Annabel!” He exclaimed…
Ginger and Shae threesome series:
Book 1 Sexy Beach Day Threesome
It is a chilly cloudy day for the walk at the beach but with the wind gently blowing and the urge to smell the salt water sea air I enticed Shae to join me. We jumped in his 4x4 that he babied and loved. His truck was just another sexy part of this beautiful man that reeked of sex, desire, lust, and passion. We got to the entrance of the trail which looks to be abandoned.
We could smell the sea, taste the sweet salt air, and hear the waves lapping against the rocks. The walk down the trail is steep and narrow. This is our most favorite part of the beach, it is quiet here, no kids, no dogs and anything goes behind these rocks when you make it down the trail.
I’m sorry let me introduce myself, Ginger is my name, and I am Shae’s fantasy girl, I have fire red glistening hair that curls and dances way beyond my beautiful soft ass that shows off every curve. I have the most beautiful perfect full breasts, I have been told too many times, that are perky and stand at attention with a hint of arousal. And my desire for sex will haunt any man, when I haven’t been sexually fulfilled.
We walked down the gravel trail chatting as we went. As always, our conversation very quickly turns sexual.
“What is it you desire in a threesome? We have had many, but we keep coming back to them, so what is it you really desire?” I flirted to Shae.
“What do I desire? The excitement, the anticipation, the fact that your heart pounds, when another man touches you and gets off on you.” Shae said smiling with his deep dark brown eyes glistening. “And I love watching you cum on another man’s face. When you ride him, I love watching him get lost in you, no one can have the orgasms like you do. You get so wet, so soft, so deep, and when you’re on top you can ride like you’re breaking a wild horse.”
I blushed, “Oh, I had no idea that I do that to someone,” I giggled softly to myself. I love to tease men beyond control. I love to make men cum, and love to watch them lose control inside myself…
Other short stories in the Ginger and Shae threesome series
Book 2 Sexy Ex-girlfriend Dominatress Night
Book 3 Sexy Sixsome Weekend
Book 4 Sexy Wet Dreams
Naughty MILF short story erotica’s series:
•Book 1 Naughty Boys Next Door
I was running so late on the Tuesday morning, getting the kids off to their first day of school. It was always the worst and the best day for me. And why in the world did the first day back have to be an hour, I mean, really, who has a job where after vacation they only have to be there for an hour.
I finally got the kids in the car and locked up the house. I glanced over my shoulder as my eye caught the most gorgeous man I had ever laid eyes on. He had dark brown wavy hair, his face was soft and chiseled all at the same time. Then I noticed his arms oh, wow..., I thought those are the most muscular arms ever! I felt my entire body tingle unlike anything I have ever felt.
“Mom, we are going to be late, and I don’t want to be late!” yelled our 14-year-old daughter. She quickly brought my thoughts back to reality of being a mom and a wife.
“Okay, okay,” I moaned.
Then, I noticed him looking and smiling at me, a smile that made me melt.
“That must be our new neighbor.” I said to our 14-year-old daughter looking in the rear-view mirror.
“Yeah, yeah, mom lets just go.” She said, looking at her phone.
I dropped both the kids off at school and enjoyed my whopping one hour alone, in the coffee shop, finally, after a crazy summer of entertaining kids. As I sipped my coffee, my thoughts wandered to the new neighbor. He was so hot and hard bodied and young. He must be in his twenties at least, I thought. I sat down with my coffee and started to fantasize about what it might be like to fuck a young stud as compared to my every day husband. Yes, he was your typical tall, dark and handsome guy. He knew how to fuck and he knew just what to do to a woman in bed. He still rocked my world nightly. But what about these young guys with rock hard bodies? I bet they could last for hours until you begged for them to stop. I felt so dirty thinking about having pure raw sex with another man. But it w
ould be exhilarating for my husband to come home from work and catch me with this young man and just trust his raw manly instinct and join in. As my thoughts and fantasies grew, so did the wetness between my legs. I could feel my lips swell up and the tingling in my lower lady parts wanted more excitement in the bedroom.
I left the coffee shop in a hurry and jumped back in my car, so I could run my fingers down to my pussy which was calling for attention. I undid a button and tasseled with my pink lace thong. My fingers teased my tiny tuft shaved hair at the tip of my soaking wet pussy. I didn’t have a lot of time and I was ready to come all over my fingers. I slid my fingers down into my warm wet hole, letting all the juices pour down my legs and hand. I came almost instantly, panting as I came, oh, it felt good to relieve myself. Now I could continue with my day somewhat. I pulled my fingers out of my temporally satisfied snatch and looked at my fingers thinking about tasting my own pussy juice. I have always loved the taste and smell of my own juices so, I licked my own cum off my fingers; it was so addicting, the taste, I wanted more of that sweet taste and smell. No wonder my husband loved eating me out as much as possible, my favorite part of it being after I would come on his face, he would kiss me and share my juices.
I shook my head and opened my eyes only to realize a couple of business suits had been watching me in my car and made it known they were swollen by my actions. Totally embarrassed, I started the car and left…
Other short stories in the Naughty MILF Series
Book 2 Forbidden Lust
Book 3 Girlfriend Attraction
Book 4 Eyes of Gabe
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