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Jag the Writer

Short stories to tantalize your mind. 

That Friday finally came.   That morning I woke up a half hour early and texted him “You Ready?”

 

His response was immediate “Yes. Can’t wait.”

 

I texted back “Rules: No kissing.  No emotions.  STFU.”

 

In response he texted “No problem.  Looking forward to it.”

 

That morning I got to work early, hoping that would make the time go by faster.  3:00 could not come quick enough.  All I knew is that I could not wait to see what was hiding in his pants.

 

The day went by so slowly.  I could hear each second tick by on the wall clock.  I must have looked at the time every 10 minutes, with each view hoping it was an hour later than the last.

 

He was silent all day.  No text.  No e-mail.  This made the anticipation build even more.

 

Finally, 3:00 rolled around and I shut my computer down, headed to the car, loaded the meeting address into my GPS and headed down the road in hopes to be fucked so long and hard that I couldn’t walk for the next 48 hours.

 

As I arrived at my destination, I saw his truck parked along the road and I pulled in right behind him, got out and walked to the door with my heart pounding out of my chest.  There was no turning back now.  This was either going to be my biggest mistake or an amazing erotic experience that I will want to repeat.

 

I knocked on the door and heard in his deep voice “It is open.”

 

I quickly obliged and walked in and saw him standing in the living room with his button down shirt, loose fitting khaki pants, and his worn work boots.

 

I put down my purse, keys, and turned off my cell phone.  I walked over to him, said “Hello.  You can take off your shoes, we will be staying a while.”  I threw off my black patent heels and immediately started to unbutton his shirt.  I didn’t want to waste any time and wanted to feel him in me now.

 

As I unbuttoned his shirt I could feel his fit pecks and as I removed his shirt I noticed he was hiding several tattoos and strong biceps.  It turned me on even more than I had anticipated.  I started licking his neck, nibbling on his ear, and moved down to kissing his chest, licking and sucking his nipples and started to remove his belt.

About JAG, the writer: As a striper in the early 90’s for several years, before becoming a secretary and mom, many erotic instances occurred.  Since then I have worked as a receptionist, secretary, project assistant, project manager, and office manager.  With all these combined life experiences it has left many vivid, erotic stories to be told.  And I want to share them with you.

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