From Andrew Smith:
That Ed Sheeran song.
The one about crack.
About the angel.
I sat in the parking lot of the public library... the dark, damp garage
And I cried.
I was the strange man who'd left my scent, who'd achieved a release
I was on top of her
And then I was not
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Wednesday, May 20, 2015
Tuesday, February 17, 2015
Andrew Smith's Business Trip
You return to your hotel room late in the evening... after drinking with friends from the business conference you're attending.
I'm already in the room when you return, but you barely notice as you head straight to the bathroom
you turn on the shower and let the steam overtake the room as you wash your face, use the bathroom, and try to relax
you step into the hot water and enjoy the bath of steam around your tired body.
You're not drunk, but a bit tipsy...
As the heat turns your skin pink, I pull the curtain back... And you just smile, noticing my semi-hard cock as I notice yours...
Tuesday, June 3, 2014
Andrew Smith's Lunch Break
She had been working for him for a week now.
She was short, athletic, with perfectly round breasts and a narrow waist. Her legs showed the tone and strength of her days as a high school soccer player. Her olive skin had a warm glow and her eyes were a deep brown.
She was always smiling. No matter what she did. No matter what he asked of her. Her lips were full and typically quite red.
He had promised that if the week went well, he'd take her to a celebratory lunch on Friday.
When she came in, he'd told her that at precisely 11:30, she was to remind him to stop his work and take her to lunch.
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She was short, athletic, with perfectly round breasts and a narrow waist. Her legs showed the tone and strength of her days as a high school soccer player. Her olive skin had a warm glow and her eyes were a deep brown.
She was always smiling. No matter what she did. No matter what he asked of her. Her lips were full and typically quite red.
He had promised that if the week went well, he'd take her to a celebratory lunch on Friday.
When she came in, he'd told her that at precisely 11:30, she was to remind him to stop his work and take her to lunch.
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Monday, May 5, 2014
The Start of Class
I left the office at 2:30 PM. I cut out before my office hours officially ended. It was the first Thursday in a new semester. No one is going to be looking for the new political science prof. And, I had to get home.
I knew M would be there. Her classes were all in the morning and she had planned for lunches at 1 on Thursdays. Working/writing from home would be her approach.
I was home just before 3:00. The walk had been invigorating, but had not suppressed my need.
M walked in to greet me in the front hallway and I grabbed her, hands around her waist, and kissed her. She smiled and noted that I must have had a great day.
I kissed her again. And again. Pulling her to me and ensuring she could feel my growing desire. Lips on hers, then onto her cheekbone, her neck, her collarbone. Hands on her firm ass, pulling her in. Her hands on my back, down, one hand drifting to my dark grey wool pants, wrapping around the covered shaft.
I knew M would be there. Her classes were all in the morning and she had planned for lunches at 1 on Thursdays. Working/writing from home would be her approach.
I was home just before 3:00. The walk had been invigorating, but had not suppressed my need.
M walked in to greet me in the front hallway and I grabbed her, hands around her waist, and kissed her. She smiled and noted that I must have had a great day.
I kissed her again. And again. Pulling her to me and ensuring she could feel my growing desire. Lips on hers, then onto her cheekbone, her neck, her collarbone. Hands on her firm ass, pulling her in. Her hands on my back, down, one hand drifting to my dark grey wool pants, wrapping around the covered shaft.
Wednesday, April 3, 2013
Tuesday, April 2, 2013
The New Student
Andrew Smith, writing at his Row House book, tells what happens when a college professor encounters a new student:
I left the office at 2:30 PM. I cut out before my office hours officially ended. It was the first Thursday in a new semester. No one is going to be looking for the new political science prof. And, I had to get home.
I knew M would be there. Her classes were all in the morning and she had planned for lunches at 1 on Thursdays. Working/writing from home would be her approach.
I was home just before 3:00. The walk had been invigorating, but had not suppressed my need.
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I left the office at 2:30 PM. I cut out before my office hours officially ended. It was the first Thursday in a new semester. No one is going to be looking for the new political science prof. And, I had to get home.
I knew M would be there. Her classes were all in the morning and she had planned for lunches at 1 on Thursdays. Working/writing from home would be her approach.
I was home just before 3:00. The walk had been invigorating, but had not suppressed my need.
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Wednesday, March 6, 2013
Parent-Teacher Night
Andrew Smith has a parent-teacher conference you don't want to miss:
Her daughter had been raving about the school's new English teacher for weeks. His readings made books come alive, she had said. He shared his writing to prompt the students to write. And his words were amazing.
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Her daughter had been raving about the school's new English teacher for weeks. His readings made books come alive, she had said. He shared his writing to prompt the students to write. And his words were amazing.
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Tuesday, February 26, 2013
He makes mustard sexy
He was going to wear the purple tie with his lavender shirt. The one with the
tiny stars on it. He had the whole ensemble planned in his mind. Grey suit,
lavender shirt, purple tie. The color beneath adding interest to the
chalk-striped charcoal suit. Showing confidence and perhaps a bit of surprise.
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Tuesday, February 19, 2013
Tuesday, January 15, 2013
Andrew Smith in Room 135
Today, Andrew Smith brings us a lusty tale from Room 135.
A lonely professional and a needy musician explore each other with barely any words.
Flesh serves as the communication venue. Their bodies saying all that needs to be said.
He checked his email again. She was sure this time. Room 135 at the hotel just a couple miles from his office.
They had tried the day before, but she just wasn't ready.
For a week, their inboxes had ignited with passion ... pictures ... and a lust that burned through the computer screen.
It was that intense, mental connection. Where you could just feel the other person. They each knew from the other's words that the first touch, the first kiss would ignite a fire that would only ever be sated by complete physical exploration.
He looked back to be sure. He emailed to confirm he was on his way. In 15 minutes, he'd be at her hotel room door.
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Find your own partner for a secret hotel rendezvouz
A lonely professional and a needy musician explore each other with barely any words.
Flesh serves as the communication venue. Their bodies saying all that needs to be said.
He checked his email again. She was sure this time. Room 135 at the hotel just a couple miles from his office.
They had tried the day before, but she just wasn't ready.
For a week, their inboxes had ignited with passion ... pictures ... and a lust that burned through the computer screen.
It was that intense, mental connection. Where you could just feel the other person. They each knew from the other's words that the first touch, the first kiss would ignite a fire that would only ever be sated by complete physical exploration.
He looked back to be sure. He emailed to confirm he was on his way. In 15 minutes, he'd be at her hotel room door.
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Find your own partner for a secret hotel rendezvouz
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