Enchanting Seduction: Over 25 Dirty Sex Stories With Dark Fantasies

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Cassi looked at me thoughtfully, putting her fork down from the salad she'd been eating. "Oh man. I have more hobbies than I have time for these days." She smiled wistfully as she turned her full attention to me. It was like she had just been waiting for someone to ask her that question. The next morning, I woke up early to arrive at the clinic at my promised time. Even as a PTA I had been working there long enough (and was seen as reliable enough) to have my own set of keys and alarm codes. My adrenaline was pumping as I waited eagerly to see if Cassi would show.

At lunch, I made sure to sit across from her, and unlike my usual strategy of avoiding chatting with her at all costs, I initiated a conversation. After some light small talk, I transitioned to my hidden purpose--digging for signs of a real person under Cassi's boring veneer.She looked around conspiratorially and leaned in towards me. In a low voice, she said, "Don't laugh, but I actually really like Stephen King." Makes sense. For whatever it's worth, you look great in them. If you don't mind me asking, where did you get them from?" I mean, I dunno. I'd hate to leave home early and leave Joseph alone to get the kids ready for school. Plus, I'm used to working out at night."

But the biggest secret to sleeping with lots of women is to broaden your standards. I'm thirty-two now, but when I was younger, I only wanted to sleep with 9s and 10s. That was fine for a while, but everything changed one night after I slept with a 6. I won't go into details now, but that night changed my life. At the time, it was the best sex I'd ever had. I couldn't believe how much this 6 had outshone the other objectively more attractive women. I thought maybe it was a one-off, but after a few more 6s, I realized it wasn't. And yet, for the rest of the shift, I couldn't stop thinking about Cassi. I wondered how she'd react if she decided to give herself over to me; how her thin body would feel under mine; how she'd react to the pleasure I could give her... Cassi shook her head at me, as if she was annoyed at my disbelief, but she kept smiling. "I told you not to laugh. But yes, that Stephen King." I unzipped his pants and went down on him. He began to breathe heavily and tried desperately to muffle his moans. It didn't take long before he came in my mouth, it was very fast, I wanted to spit but there was no place, so I swallowed. After it was done, he thanked me and I left the theater. I didn't even watch the movie to the end.The workday itself was nothing special. Cassi and I worked together some more and ate lunch together again. I hadn't planned on saying anything to her about missing the morning workout, but frustration and curiosity got the better of me. Cassi laughed. "Yeah, this is my first time doing Casual Friday. But the only clean scrubs I had left aren't my favorite. So, I decided--jeans it is!" I'll think about it," Cassi said, but I couldn't tell if she meant it or not. Still, I knew there was only so much I could do. The rest would be up to her. Last warning--the main characters are not paragons of virtue. This story is not designed to illustrate any kind of ideal, but rather capture a more realistic view of two coworkers who become closer than they should. The characters aren't meant to be likeable, but they are critical to the story, flaws and all.

I just like making my women happy," I shrugged, hoping Cassi caught my subtle undertone. "I appreciate your help." The rest of the day was uneventful, but I hoped the seed I planted in Cassi's mind was growing. I knew Cassi was going to be at the clinic with me all next week too, so I was in no hurry. Besides, I knew that if I were going to have a chance at Cassi, I'd need time to work on her first. See, you're not the first person who's told me that," Cassi said, jabbing her fork at me pointedly. "But what none of you understand is that Stephen King's not really a horror writer. I mean, he is, but he's a actually a character-author first and foremost. He just uses horror situations to bring out different sides of the people he's created." And the usual disclaimers: all characters are fictional, similarities to real-world people/events are purely coincidental, everyone involved is of legal consenting age, etc. The fact that Cassi and I worked together--at least occasionally--also complicated things. As a rule, I tried to stay away from sleeping with coworkers, at least in jobs I liked. Several years ago, I'd had a bad experience after a fling with a coworker turned sour. I had to quit that job ultimately, and I swore to myself that I'd be much more careful in the future.The distress surrounding the abuse of power by an older man towards an adolescent girl, with all its ramifications – not least a threat of pregnancy, is horrific. By comparison, a boy may not appear to have much to lose, but the long-term impact can be equally damaging. Every day I am reminded of what I lost 30 years ago, what I didn’t do, experience, or experiment with. In my case, there was no intervention, but, as in the Macrons’ case, interventions don’t always work. I noticed you weren't at the workout session this morning. Decide to pass on my offer? No worries, like I said before. I was just wondering." If things had gone differently, it was entirely possible I never even would have given Cassi a second thought. But then Casual Friday happened, and everything changed.

Listen, I know you're making fun of me now, Ian, but I know what I'm talking about. You know The Shawshank Redemption? Stephen King did that. Stand By Me? Stephen King. The Green Mile? You guessed it. Mr. King himself." I get that. Have you ever used a personal trainer before? I mean obviously, you're a physical therapist so you don't need the exercise-planning help. But for motivation and coaching?" They must have decided to sleep in this morning," I lied. "So, it's just you and me. But don't you worry, I'll have you so focused on the workout you won't even notice." I laughed. "Stephen King? The guy who wrote all those horror stories about killer clowns and killer dogs? You're pulling my leg, aren't you?"Good looks are extremely helpful in getting women, for the confidence boost if nothing else, but they're not enough on their own. At least, not for my numbers. You also need to be able to connect with women; show interest in their interests; anticipate their turn-ons and turn-offs, understand what they want from sex, and so on. Experience and willingness to be turned down is also critical. I've had at least as many failures as successes, but I've learned how to deal with rejection.