Enchanting Seduction: Over 25 Dirty Sex Stories With Dark Fantasies

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We talked through the rest of our lunch. I was surprised by how much I enjoyed our conversation. It was a far cry from the usual meaningless small talk I'd grown to expect from Cassi. Like I'd begun to suspect, it turned out there was a real person inside Cassi after all. I had to admit, I was becoming interested in her. Cassi laughed. "Yeah, this is my first time doing Casual Friday. But the only clean scrubs I had left aren't my favorite. So, I decided--jeans it is!" I leaned forward towards Cassi. "I don't know if you know this about me, but I do personal-training on the side. Been doing it for about ten years now. I do a session here at the clinic before opening hours with some other people from work at a discounted rate. If you want, I can give you a free trial just to see if it's something you like?"

Cassi nodded at me with a mix of approval and respect. "The Shining is great. Fair warning though, it's quite a bit different from the movie. But I think you'll like it." I unzipped his pants and went down on him. He began to breathe heavily and tried desperately to muffle his moans. It didn't take long before he came in my mouth, it was very fast, I wanted to spit but there was no place, so I swallowed. After it was done, he thanked me and I left the theater. I didn't even watch the movie to the end. Don't worry. I won't give you more than you can handle," I said with a devilish smile. "But let's get started. I figured we'd work on lower-body today if that sounds good? Let's go ahead with the warmup. Get into a lunge position for me," I said, as I slipped into trainer-mode.As I mentioned, Cassi didn't usually work at my clinic. She filled in once every month or two on average, when another physical therapist needed time off. This is how I'd gone a year knowing Cassi without ever seeing her in anything other than loose scrubs. But one Friday, she had a shift to cover, and instead of her usual scrubs, she came in wearing jeans and a T-shirt. verifyErrors }}{{ message }}{{ /verifyErrors }}{{ If things had gone differently, it was entirely possible I never even would have given Cassi a second thought. But then Casual Friday happened, and everything changed. I hope you don't have anything too hard planned. I'm not used to morning workouts, remember?" Cassi said, setting down her bag.

But would I be able to do anything about it? The biggest problem was the fact that Cassi was happily married. I'd slept with married women before, but they had all been unhappy with their husbands. You never knew what someone's marriage was really like behind closed doors, and it was technically possible that Cassi and Joseph were having problems... but I doubted it. I noticed you weren't at the workout session this morning. Decide to pass on my offer? No worries, like I said before. I was just wondering." Last warning--the main characters are not paragons of virtue. This story is not designed to illustrate any kind of ideal, but rather capture a more realistic view of two coworkers who become closer than they should. The characters aren't meant to be likeable, but they are critical to the story, flaws and all. Makes sense. For whatever it's worth, you look great in them. If you don't mind me asking, where did you get them from?"Listen, I know you're making fun of me now, Ian, but I know what I'm talking about. You know The Shawshank Redemption? Stephen King did that. Stand By Me? Stephen King. The Green Mile? You guessed it. Mr. King himself." Deliciously dirty, 'first time' Lesbian erotica; a sexually detailed story of skilful seduction and sweet submission. Sarah, a shy young virgin-girl has always lived a protected life at home with her loving parents until the day came when they decided that it was time for her to attend college, meet other girls her same age, become a bit more worldly wise, and also get up to speed on her education. Cassi shook her head at me, as if she was annoyed at my disbelief, but she kept smiling. "I told you not to laugh. But yes, that Stephen King." The Macrons are unusual because they are still together, and apparently blissfully content. Is that because Brigitte allowed Emmanuel to spread his wings, and waited a decade before marrying him? Despite their protestations, we will never really know what happened there. Perhaps it is all clean and above board, but the fact remains that she was his teacher and he was her adolescent pupil. See, you're not the first person who's told me that," Cassi said, jabbing her fork at me pointedly. "But what none of you understand is that Stephen King's not really a horror writer. I mean, he is, but he's a actually a character-author first and foremost. He just uses horror situations to bring out different sides of the people he's created."

Last week’s release of Todd Haynes’ film May Decembercoincides with the publication of a rare magazine interview with Brigitte Macron. The film is based on the true story of a woman who began a relationship with her husband when she was 34 and he 12. Emmanuel Macron was 15 when he was seduced by his drama teacher Brigitte, 40. In both, we are invited to consider one of society’s enduring taboos: a relationship between an older woman and an adolescent boy. She looked around conspiratorially and leaned in towards me. In a low voice, she said, "Don't laugh, but I actually really like Stephen King." To be honest, I was wearing very revealing clothes and torn tights. So I can't blame him. I could see out of the corner of my eye that something in his pants had grown bigger, and I always looked there, missing the whole movie. Suddenly, in the middle of the movie, it hit me: "Why don't I just give him what he wants? It would be so sexy. So I asked him. At first he was a little hesitant, but then he liked the idea. At lunch, I made sure to sit across from her, and unlike my usual strategy of avoiding chatting with her at all costs, I initiated a conversation. After some light small talk, I transitioned to my hidden purpose--digging for signs of a real person under Cassi's boring veneer.The distress surrounding the abuse of power by an older man towards an adolescent girl, with all its ramifications – not least a threat of pregnancy, is horrific. By comparison, a boy may not appear to have much to lose, but the long-term impact can be equally damaging. Every day I am reminded of what I lost 30 years ago, what I didn’t do, experience, or experiment with. In my case, there was no intervention, but, as in the Macrons’ case, interventions don’t always work. The rest of the day was uneventful, but I hoped the seed I planted in Cassi's mind was growing. I knew Cassi was going to be at the clinic with me all next week too, so I was in no hurry. Besides, I knew that if I were going to have a chance at Cassi, I'd need time to work on her first. Cassi looked at me thoughtfully, putting her fork down from the salad she'd been eating. "Oh man. I have more hobbies than I have time for these days." She smiled wistfully as she turned her full attention to me. It was like she had just been waiting for someone to ask her that question. And yet, for the rest of the shift, I couldn't stop thinking about Cassi. I wondered how she'd react if she decided to give herself over to me; how her thin body would feel under mine; how she'd react to the pleasure I could give her... Cassi shook her head. "Not anymore. I used to, but between work and my family, I found it was easier to just workout from home. We're signed up for a streaming exercise platform, so I just use that now."