Occupation based sex stories, are those where the job of the main character or characters, is the attraction.
Stories of naughty nurses, hot firefighters, fit personal trainers, lustful lawyers, dirty doctors, probing pilots, handy massage therapists, mile high club loving flight attendants and estate agents who leave you in a real state, belong in here.
The day had finally arrived. After years of hard work and planning, she did it and it was finally here. Today would be her grand opening. Yeah, there were plenty of clothiers on Rodeo Drive, but this was hers and she meant to make it special. It wouldn’t...
The day had finally arrived. After years of hard work and planning, she did it and it was finally here. Today would be her grand opening. Yeah, there were plenty of clothiers on Rodeo Drive, but this was hers and she meant to make it special. It wouldn’t...
Chapter 13... The Present... Stanley delivered us to the church on time. With a glance and a quiet word, he also pointed out Carolyn when I asked. I believe we made quite the entrance. With my arm draped possessively over Danny's shoulders and his hand on...
Chapter 11... The Present... "Well, it wasn't my idea!" Danny's voice was a strained whisper. We were in his room with the door shut. "I signed on as a fake girlfriend. Not to sleep with you," my whisper was just as quiet and strained. "I wanted a little...
Chapter 17... The Present... Danny sat in thought, processing all I'd told him. “So, you’ve been lying to your parents for almost a year, and then to me…” “Danny,” I shut off the hair blower and looked at him. “I know you have trust issues but the only th...
Tallulah means "leaping water". The name is believed to have originated from the Choctaw language, meaning "leaping water" or "waterfall." It is a name that is both symbolic and spiritual, representing the power and beauty of nature. I am Tallulah, I'm ni...
Friday finally arrived and Paula was pumped. It was months since the girls had got together and tonight was going to be fun. You know the thing, like it was only yesterday you last chatted and carry on from where you left off, practically carrying on the...
Chapter Fifteen... The Present... “WHAT DO YOU TWO WANT?” After my yell there was complete silence outside our door. Amber and Brie were no doubt wondering whether to answer or flee. Perhaps I overreacted? My only excuse was that I'd reached my limit of ‘...
Paula was late at the clinic due to several factors. Not least because the system for ordering more supplies was being fussy. Finally, it let her place the order and she could begin the final odds and ends of closing up. She saw the light that indicated t...
Priya Chopra watched the last children leave the gates at the end of the day and sighed, relieved that the working week was over. It wasn't that she didn't enjoy her job as a teaching assistant at a small Kingston primary school, nor did she have any exci...
It was a warm July Saturday at 2:00 am and I was driving eastbound on 6th Street and saw a white BMW waving and crossing the lanes of travel several times. I followed for a few blocks thinking I had a drunk driver in front of me due to the poor driving. I...
‘You didn’t fucking hire her?!’ ‘Yes! Yes! I did!’ ‘Fuck me, Bobby! She’s fucking illiterate. You’ve hired a copywriter that can’t fucking write!’ ‘How would you fucking know, Johnny? You write like a bored schoolboy who’s rushing to finish the words bit...
It was the most sudden orgasm of her life, and one of the best. Paula is a part time nurse in a doctors surgery, a GP practice. Aged fifty-two she is still slim and fit, maybe not a head turner but if looked at there is a nice body under her light blue sc...
The Present... I'm late...I'm late...I'm late...I'm so late! That thread kept repeating in my head over and over again as I waited for the elevator. I'd just left the office of my last client of the day. An appointment usually lasts for an hour or less wh...
Victor leaned against the car, his eyes scanning the other vehicles parked nearby. There were numerous men like him, men who maintained unreadable expressions while wearing tailored suits that concealed their shoulder holsters. Each was waiting for a stud...
“Erect or flaccid?” Terry asked. Looking up with a confused shake of her head, “I’m sorry, what?” “Oh, I’m sorry,” he replied, “The pose. Do you want me erect or flaccid?” Looking past her easel, Kerrigan took in the sight of her model’s chiseled body. Hi...
