"Deeper, deeper. Deee... peeer!" I was telling Peter to go deeper in me. I was down on all fours on the kitchen floor where Peter was doing me. I was just making pasta one Saturday afternoon when he dropped by my apartment unannounced. And with a hard-on. Who could resist that?
My shirt was pulled up, my bra unhooked. My tits were bouncing like crazy and Peter was giving them lots of squeezes as he continued to penetrate me from behind. Turning to Peter, I saw him sweating and panting and making all effort to pump me with all his might as I commanded him to go deeper.
P: Gosh, Jess! I mi... Continue»
And so the forbidden relationship continued. Peter, my married colleague-turned-fuck buddy-turned-pseudo boyfriend, became more and more into me. The relationship was a secret until one silly mistake.
No, we didn't get caught having wild sex on my couch because we were always very careful when he'd drop by my place for an afternoon delight or for a fun night.
And no, our colleagues didn't notice a thing about us, stealing glances at each other at work and him "accidentally" touching my ass at the copier room.
And no, we didn't get caught when we went to a cinema to watch a movie but... Continue»
So I've just proven that Peter easily gets jealous. He doesn't want me hanging out with other guys. Simply being around them makes him want to explode but I do understand perfectly. He feels that I'm his possession. At least, in bed.
Peter, if you haven't read my previous stories yet, is my colleague. We enjoy sex a lot so, most of the time, he drops by my apartment for a quickie or a nightcap and then leaves for home. At work, of course, we pretend that we're just friends because one, he's a colleague and, two, he's married.
I thought I was okay with the set-up: him feeling jealous ove... Continue»
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Weekend. Lunch with Shereen (my close friend from work) and her BF Tom. And Tom's friend from out of town, Jason. Tom's apartment. By the pool. He and Shereen prepared this awesome pasta and wine, and decided to have lunch by the pool. I was in my denim shorts and spaghetti-strapped top. Flip-flops. Relaxed and casual.
It felt awkward at first because it was obviously a fixed date so I tried my best to make it more like a non-date. We talked about places we've been to, countries we would like to visit in 2012, the best restaurants in town, work, funny things at work, men I dated, women he d... Continue»
Weeks went by and Peter, my married colleague and friend (well, sort of), and I have been having fun. Everybody was clueless, including his wife. Of course, it's not something that you can broadcast to your friends.
"Hey, Jess! Tom and I are going out this weekend," Shereen, my close friend from work, told me. She and her BF Tom have been going out for almost a year now. "We're meeting this close friend of his. Why don't you come along?" If there's one word to describe Shereen, it's persistent. She persistently hooks me up with someone, arranges blind dates for me, ever since I've become si... Continue»
Monday. It's D-Day. It's the first day of the working week and is usually the busiest day. I never liked Mondays. And this Monday, in particular, was on top of the list of all the Mondays that I hate. If there is such a thing.
That's because I was dreading to see Peter, the new guy at work. The same guy I had awesome sex with a couple of days back. Twas a steamy Saturday. And it felt really, really good. I would've considered it a perfect day if only we were a couple; if it weren't for the wedding ring on his finger.
Earth to Jess. As I hurried off to work, my phone rang. It was my boss... Continue»
(Parts 1 to 4 are available for viewing, too!)
I paid the pizza delivery guy, closed the door and locked it. There's a man waiting for me in the living room. Peter, my colleague-turned-friend, the guy I had just started kissing a few minutes ago before the pizza arrived. I had just moved into my new apartment and he volunteered to help me get settled.
I placed the box on the coffee table and turned to him. He was seated on the sofa, gazing at me. I was standing in front of him, smiling and teasing him.
"Now where were we?" He asked shyly as he motioned for me to sit on his lap. I smi... Continue»
(To find out more about how this story came about, be sure to check out parts 1 to 3.)
Saturday. It's moving out day. Woke up pretty early to do some last-minute checking, a good run and a healthy breakfast. Jumped into the shower after my one-hour run. I was so excited because I'm moving into a new place.
And Peter, my colleague-turned-friend, is helping me. He's meeting me at my new place and helping with the organising. I imagined having a long day with him at my new apartment, ordering in and sharing a few laughs as we organise my stuff. I was thinking about him in the shower and was... Continue»
(Check out parts 1 and 2 for the first two installments of this story.)
That day, we had a good lunch. We spent our lunch hour smiling at each other, spiced up with some "innocent" flirting. I would touch his shoulder or his hand whenever the story would get so hilarious. We were actually having a great time. I almost forgot that Peter's married. He's an amazingly funny guy. *sigh*
That day, he would pop by workstation to coyly ask about some "work stuff". I just had a feeling he couldn't stop not talking to me. I could see it in his eyes. On his "third" trip to my workstation, he asked ... Continue»
(Do check out the first part for a backgrounder on this story. Enjoy!)
I went to the ladies room to check if I looked good. "Adjusted" the blouse and made sure that the cleavage is still there. And by "adjusted" I meant I pulled my blouse down so that some "cheeks" are showing.
I made my way into the conference room and I could feel my chest pounding. I was excited and, at the same time, nervous. This colleague of mine is making me feel this way.
"He's married," a voice inside me reminded me of this harsh reality.
"So what? It's just a brainstorming session," the other voice repl... Continue»
You know what they say about mixing business with pleasure. It's a no-no. "You don't shit where you work." I've heard so many not-so-good stories about it and wondered if it could ever happen to me.
I mean, I wasn't praying for it to happen. I know, in my head, it's not a good thing. But somehow, the thought of having an eyecandy at work would make work a bit more exciting and not-so-boring.
Then one day, a new colleague joined us. Introductions were made and he seemed like a nice guy. I wasn't attracted to him, really. To me, he was plain-looking and a f****y man. I mean, how could yo... Continue»