brevdravis
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While we're all waiting for the lovely Chyoo approval process, I thought I'd be nice and give you all a first look at my new story "Sex with Consequences..."
Pretty generic Chyoo, but trying to have a little fun with it.
Vacation! Thank god it's finally vacation. After far too long without one, you are getting the break from the stress and frustration that you need. After cleaning off your desk for the day, you stand and head for the exit from your little cubical. You smirk at your co-workers, who acknowledge you with comments like "Hi, Doe, you lucky stiff!" and "Don't get lost on your way back!"
The flourescent light gives the cubicle farm a light bluish tint, as you walk down the corridors between the vacant desks. The carpet is that annoying industrial grade grey that you are sick of. You calmly contemplate your vacation as you move towards the exit.
You've always been dying to go to the beach. Perhaps this year is the year that you finally head off to Maui like you promised yourself. You can almost taste the salty air, and smell the suntan lotion on hot beach babes. A brief fantasy fills your head involving two hot gals sitting next to each other, wearing teeny tiny thong bathing suits, touching each other softly as they becon towards you....
Of course, that isn't all you could do on this vacation. You've been looking forward to going to the mountains again for some time. Perhaps you should just hit the Sierra's. After all, a secluded campsite, hot women wearing flannel. .. Maybe a cute couple with a friend who needs consoling.... You inhale deeply as you think about the vision of a pair of hot girls still half dressed, nibbling on your cock....
Finally, there is a fun little convention that you wanted to go to. Not that there's a whole lot of stuff to do there besides work a little and check out the sweaty fat guys, but those babes in the hotel bars are always there. Lonely, horny, no husband or boyfriend around.... The fantasies stir through your mind.
As your mind contemplates the possibilities, you notice your boss near the exit. Denise is a tall brunette with a short professional haircut. The business suit that she wears flattens out her curves, making her look unappealing, but it's very hard to hide the gorgeous tits concealed beneath the outfit. You've had many fantasies about this woman, but she has a reputation as an A1,hard as a rock, ball busting bitch. She holds a cup of coffee in one hand and waves to you with the other.
"Hey, Jane I need to talk to you." She comments, her gaze taking in your frame. "Edward, that useless jerk, called in sick for tomorrow, and I need someone to work with me."
"Uhm, I'm on vacation," You comment, unable to drag your gaze away from her tight suit. God, how you'd love to bend her over her desk and just hammer away at her pussy.
"Yeah, I know, and it's Saturday too. Save the sob story. I need someone to work; now is it going to be you or do I find some other lazy slob to pick up your slack too?" Denise growls at you, tapping her fingers on the counter nearby.
Arrrgh, you have to make a decision, should you go on one of the vacations, or do you stay to score a few brownie points with the bitch?
Enjoy!
Stuart
Pretty generic Chyoo, but trying to have a little fun with it.
Vacation! Thank god it's finally vacation. After far too long without one, you are getting the break from the stress and frustration that you need. After cleaning off your desk for the day, you stand and head for the exit from your little cubical. You smirk at your co-workers, who acknowledge you with comments like "Hi, Doe, you lucky stiff!" and "Don't get lost on your way back!"
The flourescent light gives the cubicle farm a light bluish tint, as you walk down the corridors between the vacant desks. The carpet is that annoying industrial grade grey that you are sick of. You calmly contemplate your vacation as you move towards the exit.
You've always been dying to go to the beach. Perhaps this year is the year that you finally head off to Maui like you promised yourself. You can almost taste the salty air, and smell the suntan lotion on hot beach babes. A brief fantasy fills your head involving two hot gals sitting next to each other, wearing teeny tiny thong bathing suits, touching each other softly as they becon towards you....
Of course, that isn't all you could do on this vacation. You've been looking forward to going to the mountains again for some time. Perhaps you should just hit the Sierra's. After all, a secluded campsite, hot women wearing flannel. .. Maybe a cute couple with a friend who needs consoling.... You inhale deeply as you think about the vision of a pair of hot girls still half dressed, nibbling on your cock....
Finally, there is a fun little convention that you wanted to go to. Not that there's a whole lot of stuff to do there besides work a little and check out the sweaty fat guys, but those babes in the hotel bars are always there. Lonely, horny, no husband or boyfriend around.... The fantasies stir through your mind.
As your mind contemplates the possibilities, you notice your boss near the exit. Denise is a tall brunette with a short professional haircut. The business suit that she wears flattens out her curves, making her look unappealing, but it's very hard to hide the gorgeous tits concealed beneath the outfit. You've had many fantasies about this woman, but she has a reputation as an A1,hard as a rock, ball busting bitch. She holds a cup of coffee in one hand and waves to you with the other.
"Hey, Jane I need to talk to you." She comments, her gaze taking in your frame. "Edward, that useless jerk, called in sick for tomorrow, and I need someone to work with me."
"Uhm, I'm on vacation," You comment, unable to drag your gaze away from her tight suit. God, how you'd love to bend her over her desk and just hammer away at her pussy.
"Yeah, I know, and it's Saturday too. Save the sob story. I need someone to work; now is it going to be you or do I find some other lazy slob to pick up your slack too?" Denise growls at you, tapping her fingers on the counter nearby.
Arrrgh, you have to make a decision, should you go on one of the vacations, or do you stay to score a few brownie points with the bitch?
Enjoy!
Stuart
