|
|
|
erotica  fictiongallerylifestyles fetishbdsmqueer/bi/transswingersfeatures news briefsarticlessexy spreadseros bits sound offtriviasexfessionsreviewsevents sf archiveslondon archiveslos angeles archivesnew york archiveslas vegas archivesinternational calendareros photo classified ads about eros ezine daily cartoon select different zine:
|
Office Forms  The place where I work doubles its holiday mileage by combining the holiday party with a New Year's Eve function. I work for a pretty laid-back company, and we're all friendlier than just mere co-workers. Take for example last year: I had just broken up with my long-term girlfriend, and the idea of the holiday season without anyone was really depressing. But my co-workers insisted I come to the party anyway, as a way to celebrate with friends and not feel so alone. I finally agreed, but I really wasn't in the mood to have a big party. The countdown started and with each tick of the second-clock, my heart just fell deeper and deeper into my stomach. I must've looked pretty pathetic because the next thing I knew, it was midnight and the single girls from our front office all gathered around me and gave me hugs and kisses as the room exploded into good cheer. It started to lift my spirits a little, but spirits weren't the only thing that started to lift as these four girls just kept going around and around in a circle and kissing me, with each kiss getting deeper and wetter and hotter. I wondered if I was getting it right; I mean, I had a lot of champagne to drown my sorrows that evening.They kept going though, and my cock kept getting harder and harder. After a half hour or so of this great torture, my head was even fuzzier than before but I remember we all were in a cab and speeding toward my place. Four girls, seven hours and a million combinations of fucking and sucking and grabbing and grinding later, we all looked at each other and started laughing in surprise. I made them all breakfast and they wished me happy New Year. Too bad that company closed for downsizing. I loved it there. Henry V., Denver, CO The Final Countdown  Is it just me, or does everyone hate New Years? I can't stand those cheesy count-down shows on TV, I hate going to parties, I hate feeling like I have to dress up and get drunk. Well, that's what it boils down to for me. My lover is the same way, which is why we have our own New Year's ritual.First, we have a delicious meal of cracked crab and wine. Then we lock the doors, turn off the phone, pull down the shades and barricade ourselves in the house. We pull out the nipple clamps, the cock-ring, the handcuffs and the blindfolds and we get down to business. We get the New Year off to a great start with our own version of cheers - screaming and yelling, but in a good way, you know? We live the BDSM lifestyle, and New Years is no exception. We tease one another to see who can hold out the longest. We torture each another for hours until the final countdown, and then when the clock starts to chime down to midnight, we prepare ourselves for the long awaited battle for orgasm. Whoever comes first loses, interestingly enough. Although, to be honest, we're both winners in the end. Who needs Times Square? Stacey B., New Haven, Connecticut Mile High Hijinks  I am generally traveling on New Years Eve. I spend the holidays with my family in New York City, but I have to be in Los Angeles first thing on New Years Day for stockholders meetings and presentations. It's just the way our charter was written, and it pretty much sucks. Luckily, my girlfriend is not much for New Years. She usually stays home with some friends and does a movie marathon or something... Or so she tells me.Well, this one year, I was on the red-eye out of LaGuardia speeding toward the West Coast and having a few cocktails in first class. The flight was pretty deserted, as you can imagine, and I could tell the stewardess was bored, because she was serving me more drinks than you can generally get on a flight. In fact, I was the only person in first class. She was this hot, petite blonde with some great tits that seriously strained her little uniform. We got to talking, and one thing led to another. Next thing you know it, we're passing through time zones and fucking our way through the New Year celebrations for Eastern, Central, Mountain and Pacific times. No little bathroom on a plane for us, we actually did it on those big roomy first-class seats! Best flight I ever had. Frequent flyer miles, too. Max P, Westchester, NY
|
|
|
 |
|