Free Candid Confessions Bundle #3 by Daniella Divine

over. This guy was
military. He had close shaven hair, and he was wearing a camouflage
jacket. There was an army style backpack by his side, and his boots
were polished in the way only the army knows how. My guess was he
was a young soldier going home on leave.
    As far as I know, they don’t generally use handcuffs
in the army. But they do use an interesting array of ropes,
harnesses and shackles. This could be interesting. I pulled over
and opened the door for my boy soldier. After all, you only live
once…and everybody has to sometimes break the rules…right?
    Right.
     

Doctor’s Orders

    Me? Trying a steady
relationship with one man? Ha ha! The very idea would have made me
laugh out loud a few months ago...even if the guy is like Mr.
Universe’s brainy brother. I mean, come on...there are over three
billion men out there, and some of them I haven’t slept with yet.
But somehow, I found myself considering exactly that momentous
monogamous scenario. And to explain how that bizarre situation
occurred, I need to go back to the evening it all began. Let’s
start in the middle of the action, as it were, which if I remember
correctly, is when I was...
     
    ***
     
    ...just about to get
totally screwed in my boss’s office.
    ‘Fuck!’ I gasped.
    Wow! This gave a whole new meaning to the phrase ‘on
the job training’...but I liked it a lot. You see, I had just
landed the best job in the world...or the worst job in the world,
depending on which way you looked at things. The way I was looking
at things at that moment was on my back with my legs in the air,
and a hot guy with an even hotter erection advancing fast on my
rather moist and very enthusiastic vagina.
    I leaned back on the office desk, and pulled my
panties to one side, revealing a hot slit of pink flesh that was
practically screaming for some hard male action. My black pencil
skirt was already up around my waist, and my high heels dug into
the top of my boss’s desk. I vaguely hoped she wouldn’t notice the
scratch marks later. But I wouldn’t have to worry about that until
tomorrow. It was gone seven in the evening, and the overtime I was
putting in was strictly voluntary...and I was very happy to
volunteer.
    I had had the hots for Sven ever since I had met him
earlier that day, my first day in the office. He had that tall,
Viking look that never failed to make my heart melt. I had vaguely
hoped that we might hook up sometime....but I hadn’t imagined it
would happen so soon, or be so direct. But I wasn’t complaining.
I’m not the smartest chick on the block, but I know better than to
turn down some good Swedish meat loaf when it comes my way.
    The temperature in the office seemed to have roared
up by twenty degrees in the last five minutes. Sven had spent those
five minutes licking my pussy like no man had ever licked it
before...and that’s saying something. Now I could feel so much
sexual energy building that I felt I might explode.
    ‘Fuck!’ I said again. I was just expressing the
pent-up lust that was growing fast inside me, but my blonde-haired
stud took the instruction literally.
    ‘OK,’ he said, and a moment later, I felt a good
seven inches of throbbing man meat plundering my eager pussy. I was
so wet that he plunged deep inside me with a single stroke, and it
felt as if his dick was going to reach up into my throat.
    ‘Fuck, fuck...fuck!’ I said. To be honest, my
vocabulary is a bit limited when I am having sex, despite all the
practice I’ve had. But Sven was anxious not to disappoint, and soon
the whole desk was rocking as be plunged into me, again and
again.
    I was beginning to like my new job...a lot! When I
applied for the position of Assistant Editor on Hot and Hunky
magazine in Sydney, Australia, I never dreamed I would land the
job. But somehow, the Editor had taken a liking to me, and here I
was, trying to figure out how things work in the world of glossy
chick magazines Down Under. It was a big change from the