His Boss

©2002 Jet Mykles

Paul can’t believe it when his gorgeous female boss tells him that she’s leaving the company. Nor can he believe what she wants to do before she goes!

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He walked to her office, hardly knowing what to expect. What had he done now? His clients were happy. He didn’t know of any complaints. He thought he got along well with everyone else. What could she possibly want to speak to him alone about?

Truth be known, Paul was scared of his boss. She was one of those incredibly well-put-together ladies, inside and out. Elegant and refined as well as incredibly voluptuous, she wore expensive tailored suits over curves to make Venus envious. There wasn’t a man in the office who didn’t watch her pass the walkway through the cubicles and he suspected more than one had vivid fantasies about what could be done with her within the thick, solid walls of her corner office.

God knows he did! His particular favorite involved her bent over her desk, papers sprawled everywhere, while he rammed her from behind. Continue reading His Boss

Feline Encounter

©2001 Jet Mykles

Our heroine is not too sure that the resident tom cat isn’t her sexy new neighbor.

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The tom cat nuzzled my neck, tickling the soft indent right under my ear as his paws gently kneaded the top of my breast. Never too much, he’d only hurt me a few times in the past before he’d learned what I’d allow. What, to my shame, gave me a distinct thrill. Was this wrong? I’d never done anything truly disgusting like seeing if the amorous tom would go down on me. Never more than the slight kneading and an occasional lick at the top of my bathing suit. It couldn’t be wrong, but I felt the guilt anyway.

It was his purr, caressing the artery which supplied life to my brain. He put vibrations in that blood, heating up my mind directly at the sex center, which of course, links directly with my nipples and the over-sensitive knob between my legs. Continue reading Feline Encounter

Appreciating Beauty

©2001 Jet Mykles

Author’s Note: Gwen works swingshift in a diner and has cause to be glad of that one night

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Gwen stifled a yawn as she poured another cup of coffee for the trucker. He didn’t notice, absorbed in his hunting magazine.

She shuffled back to the counter and put the stained pot away then returned to her own magazine. Jack, the owner/cook, didn’t mind that she read during the long nights. Just so long as she didn’t ignore the customers.

Make that “customer”. Single. One. She rarely ever had more than one table to wait on at a time in the graveyard shift.

The bells above the front door jangled and she glanced up. Boredom melted away at the sight. Continue reading Appreciating Beauty

The Sun God

©2001 Jet Mykles

Ever wonder what the gods do to pass the time on a rainy day?

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It wasn’t every day a staircase of clouds appeared before you.

Donna stopped mid-stride and stared, positive the image would dissolve just as it had appeared. After a moment, when it didn’t, she approached to investigate. Continue reading The Sun God

No Names

©1996 Jet Mykles

Pairing: m/f

NOT SAFE FOR WORK

A casual encounter via an elevator.

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Just watching him move, you can tell he’s an incredible lay. Those hips. Couldn’t they just pound into your groin until you couldn’t walk for days? Thighs, powerful and muscular, able to put some power behind those thrusts. And they have to be strong, because they’re carrying a heavy load in front. Jeans are a marvelous invention. You can see it all.

I followed him just to watch his butt, wondering what it’d be like to fill my hands with each cheek and pull him inside. My cunt goes juicy just fantasizing that his dick is hard and inside me, those hips and thighs behind it, driving, pounding, ripping me apart.

Yum! Continue reading No Names

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