Smother box Stories

The curvy woman was getting increasingly aroused as the twelve men arrived at the bar. Her blatantly short and flirty red dress was quivering on her body and her hips were swaying to the music as she strutted back and forth through the mass of male aftershave and tall toned bodies. Even with her high leather heels, she was the shortest person in the room and her body tingled with goose bumps as she imagined how that would...

The curvy woman had had a wonderful night. The man in box two had been a delight, the longer she sat on him, the more passionate he became. Repeated oral sex followed by anal stimulation when she had tried to slow him down by depriving him of air. He had been such a generous lover, intent only on her pleasure. Maybe she was imagining it, but it felt as though his face had been designed purely to interlock with her body. A...

Jake’s breathing quickened as Natalie edged closer to his smother box. She lifted her left leg and knelt seductively on the edge of the lid. Smooth warm thighs, all the way up to the hem of her panties, were now on show, but Jake could do nothing but watch and wait. The curvy woman slinked closer, watching in delight as Jake and Natalie fixed eyes on each other. She loved how her bar could ignite such lust between lovers,...

“Please Jake, we need a guy,” Natalie begged, her coffee cup clattering down on its saucer, “We can’t go otherwise.” She touched her pouting lips, shuffled on her chair and recrossed her legs. She twisted her head to create waves of long dark hair and hoped that the freckles on her nose and her tendency to giggle weren’t taking away from her practised look. “If I come,” Jake replied slowly, holding out a stern finger, “Yo...

Every night was a struggle for Rina. When she wasn’t focusing on an assignment or study for exams, she was procrastinating, and nothing seemed to grasp her attention more than the sound of her housemate, Rebecca, laughing obnoxiously into her phone. Every night like clockwork, a tirade of nonsense would overwhelm any hope of concentration. Even if she tried studying earlier in the day, the same thing would happen: Rebecca...