Welcome to the first edition of our reader-submitted erotic stories. To kick things off, we have a story from Sofister, accompanied by a few thirst traps.
It was just another Tuesday.
She arrived at the office and clocked in at 9:10 a.m., ten minutes past her usual time. She said good morning to her colleagues, sat at her desk, and turned on her computer, which immediately decided to restart.
You can bet this is going to take a while, X thought, getting up to grab a coffee.
“Morning, X. Did you hear that our meeting’s been rescheduled?”
“Which meeting? The one that never actually happens?”
Susan gave X a look of disapproval.
“It’s been rescheduled, and it is happening. Check your email later. Bye, have a good day.”
And with that, she left the kitchen.
Back at her desk, once her computer had finally finished restarting, X looked for the email about the rescheduled meeting.
Ah, it was now set for 2:30 p.m. In other words, her afternoon was doomed.
It was just another Wednesday.
She arrived at the office and clocked in at 9:10 a.m., ten minutes past her usual time. She said good morning to her colleagues, sat at her desk, and turned on her computer, which, for once, actually cooperated.
A buzz of conversation rippled through the back of the office. Word was that the air conditioning had broken down, just what we needed on this cursed, hellish day that was unfolding.
“I can’t believe the AC is broken, of all days!” one colleague exclaimed.
“I’m going to call the manager,” another replied, speaking over the first.
But in the manager’s office, the air conditioning was working perfectly.
Someone had a “brilliant” idea:
“I’ll open a support ticket!”
As if a support ticket were a prayer sent straight to God.
X ignored the nonsense. After all, she sat near a window, so she couldn’t care less if everyone else died of the heat.
Upon returning from lunch, she discovered that a maintenance crew had finally been sent to the office. Apparently, someone had taken pity on the situation, or perhaps Susan had pressed the manager, arguing that the conditions were unbearable.
On the way to his desk, X spotted him.
A chiseled jawline. A deep, resonant voice.
It seemed it wasn’t just the air conditioning that was broken.
X tried to focus on her spreadsheets but noticed the dashboard wasn’t updating.
To hell with these numbers.
All X could think about was the maintenance guy, dressed in coveralls, fixing the air conditioning with his own hands, just a few meters away.
With her attention elsewhere, X needed to give her body something to do. She made up an excuse to print some documents, only to find, as usual, that the printer tray was out of paper. She headed up to the next floor to get more.
On the stairs, she ran into the maintenance guy.
The physical proximity made the tension palpable. It was the kind of gaze that left only two choices: hold it or look away. X felt an intense rush of pleasure. Neither of them looked like they were playing games.
Once she reached the next floor, X completely forgot why she had come up.
Damn, he looks like he knows how to fuck. Like he knows exactly how to go down on a woman.
She could still feel the man’s gaze lingering on her warm skin.
For the rest of the afternoon, the office drifted into a sleepy state. Colleagues grumbled and left, one by one. Meanwhile, X was wild with excitement.
The heat.
And then, suddenly, silence.
X sensed his presence. They both realized they were alone.
The maintenance guy.
She wanted him as close as possible. She could read the invitation in his eyes. The man nodded toward the stairs, and X followed him without a second thought.
On the staircase, the maintenance guy grabbed X by the neck and whispered, “Finally, you’re mine.”
They kissed like they couldn’t get enough of each other. X could feel his hard cock pressing against her stomach through his coveralls.
She was soaking wet with desire. He kissed her neck, nipped at her skin, and tugged her hair with just the right amount of force. “You’re so fucking hot,” he whispered in her ear, his hand moving over her breast and squeezing it.
They slipped into an empty meeting room.
Once they were safely inside, they stripped each other’s clothes off. X dropped to her knees, eager to get closer to him, while he tangled his fingers in her hair and guided her movements.
Then he lifted her onto the table and spread her legs, kissing his way along her stockings and silk underwear, teasing her until she could hardly stand it. His touch made her shudder, and the anticipation between them grew more intense with every passing moment.
Finally, the maintenance guy, with his face soaked from sucking her pussy, looked at X with a wicked grin.
“What do you want, huh? Tell me, you little slut.”
X replied in a seductive voice, barely catching her breath. “I want you, I want your cock, I want you fucking me.”
He was overcome with desire. X wrapped her legs around his shoulder, pulling him closer, her eyes rolling back as waves of pleasure washed over her.
After trying every position they could think of on the table, they moved to a chair and kept going. One, two, three, four orgasms, so many they lost count.
They fucked until they were exhausted. Their bodies were drenched in sweat, their faces glowing with satisfaction.
Isn’t it a wonderful thing to get exactly what you want and simply walk away, completely satisfied? X could never have imagined how that Wednesday would end. Sometimes, fate is kind to naughty girls.
Bonus: microfiction
If I Were Submissive, I’d Be a Terrible Submissive
“What’s your safe word?”
“Lemon pie.”
“That’s two words.”