mating metropolisGENRE: TABOO
TROPES: OFFICE, CO-WORKER, FINGERING PAGES: 14 |
book description
Moving to Mating Metropolis means giving into sexual whims with neighbors, co-workers, and strangers. It means forgoing long-held taboos.
Ben is used to having a rotation of girls at the office to play with, to do the things his wife doesn’t enjoy, but his newest office honey is worming her way into his everyday thoughts. Sarah is not made for submission. It’s obvious every time Ben spreads her across his desk. When she tests his boundaries, will he be able to keep himself in line or will he break all of his rules? Dive into this short, playful erotica story now. |
an excerpt from "Workplace taboos: BEN"
Ben pulled the white button-up across his chest, closing it slowly in the mirror above the dresser and smiling at the bite marks on his skin. The woman his wife had brought home last night was a bit rough, but he hadn’t minded.
Teeth had their place, and she liked being bit back. Animalistic. It suited the mood for the evening, and his wife, Christine, was a fan of a little pain. Black tie tight and straight against his throat, Ben ventured downstairs for coffee, and before he got his first sip, Christine slid in behind him, nose between his shoulder blades and hands roaming his torso. “Good morning, love. You’re dressed early.” Her touch dipped lower to grab ahold of him and spring his cock to life. It didn’t take much with her. “Are you off to spend a little time with your new work honey?” Ben grinned. He was. Something about Sarah made him excited, and it hadn’t diminished after his first taste of her. Christine unbuckled his belt and made her way under his slacks to wrap a hand around him. “I am,” he said with a low rumbling growl. She stroked him and her nails pressed into his chest briefly. “Well, why don’t I give you something to tide you over.” How could he say no to that? Especially with the feel of her fingers squeezing him. “Turn around.” Ben did as his wife sank to her knees in front of him. The sight made his cock jerk, and Christine smirked. “But you already have your face on.” Not that she did much in the way of makeup, a little bit around her eyes and bright red lips today. “You’re sweet. But let me worry about that. Besides, I want you to see my red lipstick everytime you pull your cock out today and think about this.” Those plump, red lips parted and surrounded his head, suckling with just enough pressure to tighten his every muscle. |