u/eagertopleaz

The sticky summer night air wraps itself around every inch of our bodies. A field of hands reach up into open sky swinging and bouncing to the thumping of speakers. In every direction a sea of sweaty skin moves to the rhythm of the beats. Standing above the crowd a DJ is spinning on a stage decorated with biblical lighting.

The crowd is so dense our bodies pressed against each other from all angles. I can't make out your face behind an elaborate neon wig. All I can make out is your body's curves highlighted by strobing colored lights. I have to admit, it gets me worked up and I can barely control my erection rapidly growing. The more I try to pull my body away, the more you seem to press your ass into me. Before I know it, you're fully grinding into me. The harder I get the more you press back.

My mind goes completely blank and I wrap my arms around your hips testing the water. Almost immediately your hands lay on top of mine, fingers intertwining, and pulling my body even tighter to mine. Slowly our hands move together, one covering your chest and the other between your soft thighs.

I've completely lost control and pull you firmly into me holding every inch of our bodies together. In sync you turn your head to the side, welcoming me to lean in to press our lips together. My body runs hot as we slide our tongues around eachother. Time disappeares as we lose ourselves into each other.

Before I know it, I'm being led through the tight crowd to the outskirts of the rave. Light dims around us the further we get from the crowd.

You turn around wrapping your arms around my shoulders and I take in a view of your ecstasy flushed face.

"Sis?"

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Woof, what are the chances?

How does this turn out? Obviously spiciness is why we are here. Let's chat about how this scene plays out, or we can dive right into it.

First person, present tense preferred.

My kinks are: extremely skimpy/completely revealing outfits, dom and sub, exhibitionism, clothed sex, cfnm, voyeurism, humiliation, light bdsm, rough sex, mind break, deep throating, balls deep, creampie, multiple orgasms, cum play, smothering, light slapping, thicc bodies

Limits: underage, gore/vore, vomit, watersports, scat, blood, extreme pain, snuff

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Don't get me wrong, I love living with my sister. I love her dearly, no one in my life is as close to me as she is. Things have just been a bit awkward recently.

We were so excited to finally be renting our own place together.  We had always shared a house, so when we went off to school, renting together seemed like a no brainer.  Even though our new apartment felt perfect, we didn't notice one thing.  Late night noises that seemed innocuous, quickly became awkward.

I remember the first night trying to sleep. As soon as my head hit the pillow, I started to hear a low hum. I thought it was probably a heater or faulty pipes and did my best to ignore it.  What is wrong with a bit of ambient noise to fall asleep?  

After several minutes of continuous buzzing, light moans started to creep through the wall.  What was  barely noticeable, became noticeably persistently loud.

"Oh my god" I thought. I immediately put on headphones to block out the sound... This became a nightly ritual.

If I could hear you, undoubtedly you could hear me. I couldn't masturbate for weeks, and the tension was building. After what felt like an eternity, I caved into my desires and jerked off for the first time since god knows when.

I waited until I knew you were done, took off my headphones, and proceeded to treat myself. I was harder than I normally get, even after weeks of waiting.  Each rub sent waves of pleasure through my nervous system. It had been so long I lost a bit of control over my noise. I gave off low grunts and moans as I tried to make the session last. Pre-cum felt more like lube from how much was coming out.  I fought my heavy breaths with little success.  As I grabbed my tissues sooner than I wanted, I buried my face into my pillow. Pressing my lips tightly trying to contain my voice, I couldn't stop thinking about you on the other side of the wall.

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The next night I stayed up waiting for you to start your routine. Half an hour goes by and I haven't heard a peep, I figure you have gone to bed.  I was quite surprised, since you never seemed to skip a night.  I thought I lucked out and eagerly started to work on myself for a second night in a row.

A few minutes in I start to hear the now familiar humming and moaning... My heart races in panic, somehow sending more blood southward. I stop stroking and listen closely, half heartedly hoping I'm mistaken. "Shit, she is still awake…" it's unmistakable.  "But she always starts right away? Why now!?"

I can't stop now... I was getting so close to finishing. I slowly start stroking myself again, keeping my jaw  closed as tight as I could, hoping to not let a noise slip. The fear of being heard made me harder than I ever felt possible. Through my muffled efforts, I could hear you the whole time. I want to say I was quiet... But there was no doubt I let out groans of relief through clenched teeth.

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The very next night you started again with what seemed like no hesitation. It was unlike any previous night before. What used to sound like reserved and muffled moans, became almost an orchestra through our shared wall. Within moments I became more aroused than any one of my memories. I was harder than I had ever been in my life. I lightly massage the head of my cock as I listen to your moans. As your moans speed up faster and faster, I start to stroke my cock matching the rhythm of your breath. Your voice steadily grows louder and louder, sending me into a frenzy. It was as though we were in sync, pleasure building at the same speed. When I finally came I covered my mouth, while you let out a muffled cry of ecstasy as well.

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The next day felt painfully awkward, I could not get the night before out of my head. Every time I watch you out of the corner of my eye, I have a difficult time not getting aroused. It became my focus trying to keep my erections hidden. The stress of the situation got me drinking a bit early in the evening. By the time you had gone to bed I was pretty tipsy. The thought of you laying in bed, just a wall keeping you away drove me insane. I couldn't play dumb anymore. 

I wait for you to head off to bed, have a quick swig for courage, and approach your bedroom and tap my knuckles gently against the door. 

"Come in," you beckon softly. 

I walk step by step lightly through your street lit room and quietly sit at the foot of your bed. I take a deep breath, "I have been hearing things at night, every night, since we moved in…" As my vision adjusts as I make out your doe eyes, "Have you heard me as well?" 

You nod your head ever so slightly. 

"And last night… Did you want me to hear you?" 

"Yes…" 

"... Do you want to continue?" 

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Looking for someone to continue this scene!  If you want you can be the one approaching me.  Or we can set up a whole new scene of approach.

First person present tense preferred, comfortable with third person perspective.

My kinks are: extremely skimpy/completely revealing outfits, slutty lingerie, dom and sub, exhibitionism, clothed sex, cfnm, voyeurism, humiliation, light bdsm, rough sex, mind break, deep throating, balls deep, creampie, cum play, smothering, light slapping, thicc bodies

Limits: underage, gore/vore, vomit, watersports, scat, blood, extreme pain, snuff

Another waste of my time, stuck in the same paper file store room as usual. Store room is being generous.... It was more of miniature walk in closet.

I've been at this firm for months as an intern, and still stuck retrieving old reports lost in boxes. I knew internships are hard work, but what I'm put through just seems cruel. I thought by now I would be doing more meaningful work, not climbing step ladders, and getting sweating pulling boxes from shelves.

My once clean pressed dress shirt and pants are now getting sweaty, the shirt clinging to my chest exposing my somewhat athletic build. I'm sure my once neatly waxed brown hair, has become messed up like after a night of dancing. It wouldn't be so bad if I was allowed to loosen my tie or roll up my sleeves. Even my impossible to completely shave beard stubble gets condescending comments from my boss. She has no idea the effort I put into looking clean cut.

SLAM! The door erupts open immediately followed by a shallow yell, "What the HELL is taking *SO* LONG!"

The concussive blast of the door swinging open sends electricity through my nerves. My instinct is to turn around and face the threat... But I end up just twisting my feet on the step ladder. The box of papers I was pulling down, knocks me off balance. Papers flood the room, and my vision goes black as my body ricocheted off the storeroom's floor.

Normally I wouldn't care about being in such a confined space... but today... as I opened my eyes, I knew I was in trouble.

Even if I hate my boss, I cannot deny she has a striking figure. I struggle to not turn my head when she walks by in her pencil skirt with tights. But today, I was offered a new view that made me forget what was happening.

As my eyes adjust from the fall, two monoliths of firm thighs stand on either side of my head. I somehow landed with my head directly between her heeled shoes. My heart racing at the view directly up her skirt. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. From the outside she looks fiercely professional, but what I saw from beneath contradicted this look. I was staring up at lace topped stockings being held up by garters, and panties so small you could say they barely existed.

"Really? You're going through *all of this* just to look up my skirt" she spits the words out like venom with a look of disgust.

Without even asking if I am okay, she steps over my body as if ignoring my existence on the floor.

"Not only are you a pervert, but you're dumb as bricks as well" she says as she slides the step ladder towards me with her heeled shoes.

She assends the ladder, and in an annoyed tone she spouts "You weren't even looking in the right spot for the files."

I guess she was trying to show me how useless I am by heading up the ladder to a different shelf, instantly finding the box she needed. In this hubris she miscalculates how heavy these paper filled boxes really are. Almost instantly she stumbles backwards losing her balance, and comes crashing on top of me.

The wind nearly knocked out of me I wince at the pain of her ass landing right on my pecs. And as if I didn't have a good enough view before, her skirt as ripped right up the rear seem, exposing her round firm ass right below my face.

"You disgusting pig, you're really this pathetic?"

"Sorry what?"

"You can't control your sick little mind. You're obviously hard!"

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Thanks for reading! I'm looking for short or long term roleplay between boss and intern. I'm looking to explore the idea of an adversarial relationship at work becoming a hate fucking relationship in the office. Dynamics of the relationship to be discussed based on our kinks.

Looking forward to hearing some ideas!

First person, present tense preferred.

My kinks are: extremely skimpy/completely revealing outfits, slutty lingerie, dom and sub, exhibitionism, clothed sex, cfnm, voyeurism, humiliation, light bdsm, rough sex, mind break, deep throating, balls deep, creampie, cum play, smothering, light slapping, thicc bodies

Limits: underage, gore/vore, vomit, watersports, scat, blood, extreme pain, snuff

Don't get me wrong, I love living with my sister. I love her dearly, no one in my life is as close to me as she is. Things have just been a bit awkward recently.

We were so excited to finally be renting our own place together.  We had always shared a house, so when we went off to school, renting together seemed like a no brainer.  Even though our new apartment felt perfect, we didn't notice one thing.  Late night noises that seemed innocuous, quickly became awkward.

I remember the first night trying to sleep. As soon as my head hit the pillow, I started to hear a low hum. I thought it was probably a heater or faulty pipes and did my best to ignore it.  What is wrong with a bit of ambient noise to fall asleep?  

After several minutes of continuous buzzing, light moans started to creep through the wall.  What was  barely noticeable, became noticeably persistently loud.

"Oh my god" I thought. I immediately put on headphones to block out the sound... This became a nightly ritual.

If I could hear you, undoubtedly you could hear me. I couldn't masturbate for weeks, and the tension was building. After what felt like an eternity, I caved into my desires and jerked off for the first time since god knows when.

I waited until I knew you were done, took off my headphones, and proceeded to treat myself. I was harder than I normally get, even after weeks of waiting.  Each rub sent waves of pleasure through my nervous system. It had been so long I lost a bit of control over my noise. I gave off low grunts and moans as I tried to make the session last. Pre-cum felt more like lube from how much was coming out.  I fought my heavy breaths with little success.  As I grabbed my tissues sooner than I wanted, I buried my face into my pillow. Pressing my lips tightly trying to contain my voice, I couldn't stop thinking about you on the other side of the wall.

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The next night I stayed up waiting for you to start your routine. Half an hour goes by and I haven't heard a peep, I figure you have gone to bed.  I was quite surprised, since you never seemed to skip a night.  I thought I lucked out and eagerly started to work on myself for a second night in a row.

A few minutes in I start to hear the now familiar humming and moaning... My heart races in panic, somehow sending more blood southward. I stop stroking and listen closely, half heartedly hoping I'm mistaken. "Shit, she is still awake…" it's unmistakable.  "But she always starts right away? Why now!?"

I can't stop now... I was getting so close to finishing. I slowly start stroking myself again, keeping my jaw  closed as tight as I could, hoping to not let a noise slip. The fear of being heard made me harder than I ever felt possible. Through my muffled efforts, I could hear you the whole time. I want to say I was quiet... But there was no doubt I let out groans of relief through clenched teeth.

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The very next night you started again with what seemed like no hesitation. It was unlike any previous night before. What used to sound like reserved and muffled moans, became almost an orchestra through our shared wall. Within moments I became more aroused than any one of my memories. I was harder than I had ever been in my life. I lightly massage the head of my cock as I listen to your moans. As your moans speed up faster and faster, I start to stroke my cock matching the rhythm of your breath. Your voice steadily grows louder and louder, sending me into a frenzy. It was as though we were in sync, pleasure building at the same speed. When I finally came I covered my mouth, while you let out a muffled cry of ecstasy as well.

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The next day felt painfully awkward, I could not get the night before out of my head. Every time I watch you out of the corner of my eye, I have a difficult time not getting aroused. It became my focus trying to keep my erections hidden. The stress of the situation got me drinking a bit early in the evening. By the time you had gone to bed I was pretty tipsy. The thought of you laying in bed, just a wall keeping you away drove me insane. I couldn't play dumb anymore. 

I wait for you to head off to bed, have a quick swig for courage, and approach your bedroom and tap my knuckles gently against the door. 

"Come in," you beckon softly. 

I walk step by step lightly through your street lit room and quietly sit at the foot of your bed. I take a deep breath, "I have been hearing things at night, every night, since we moved in…" As my vision adjusts as I make out your doe eyes, "Have you heard me as well?" 

You nod your head ever so slightly. 

"And last night… Did you want me to hear you?" 

"Yes…" 

"... Do you want to continue?" 

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Looking for someone to continue this scene!  If you want you can be the one approaching me.  Or we can set up a whole new scene of approach.

First person present tense preferred, comfortable with third person perspective.

My kinks are: extremely skimpy/completely revealing outfits, slutty lingerie, dom and sub, exhibitionism, clothed sex, cfnm, voyeurism, humiliation, light bdsm, rough sex, mind break, deep throating, balls deep, creampie, cum play, smothering, light slapping, thicc bodies

Limits: underage, gore/vore, vomit, watersports, scat, blood, extreme pain, snuff