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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Showing posts with label Andrew Smith Stories. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Andrew Smith Stories. Show all posts
Wednesday, May 20, 2015
Tuesday, May 19, 2015
The Dog was on the Bed
From Andrew Smith:
Her small, energetic dog -- a Corgi -- jumped on the bed.
He was always kind to the dogs, though he wasn't much of a dog fan.
This dog wasn't so bad, and usually stayed off the bed.
But, there he was.
And then he saw it. A pool of his recently released semen. Still warm. On the red comforter that covered her bed.
And the dog saw it.
And then proceeded to lick it all up.
He smiled a crooked smile, thinking about how it was pretty disgusting that the dog had done that.
She was in the bathroom, no doubt cleaning the rest of his semen from her back and ass.
He always welcomed their time together. Even with the dogs.
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Her small, energetic dog -- a Corgi -- jumped on the bed.
He was always kind to the dogs, though he wasn't much of a dog fan.
This dog wasn't so bad, and usually stayed off the bed.
But, there he was.
And then he saw it. A pool of his recently released semen. Still warm. On the red comforter that covered her bed.
And the dog saw it.
And then proceeded to lick it all up.
He smiled a crooked smile, thinking about how it was pretty disgusting that the dog had done that.
She was in the bathroom, no doubt cleaning the rest of his semen from her back and ass.
He always welcomed their time together. Even with the dogs.
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Monday, May 18, 2015
Andrew Smith at the Beach
A new story from Andrew Smith takes us to the beach:
She wore a simple, black, one piece suit.
She wore a simple, black, one piece suit.
She was not tall... but well-proportioned... in fact, her breasts were rather large and exceptional... round and firm and perky.
He wore a white shirt and solid blue trunks.
This was the second day they'd been in Cancun.
It was the ultimate escape for both of them.
Each one married ... to someone else.
Away on business. She was, after all, his staff assistant. Or, that's what she told people. And he'd introduced her as such to those who came to the office.
He was in awe of the intensity with which he desired her. From the first meeting to the time she showed up in a fuzzy green sweater and short skirt.
He could not control how badly he wanted her
Tuesday, February 17, 2015
Andrew Smith's Guest
I had been a professor for many years but I never thought that I would want to sleep with one of my students. This young lady was the picture of a lady that could leave you speechless just from her look. I never thought a girl with long lush red locks would make me as aroused as she made me every time I saw her.
She had asked last class to set up a meeting with me during my office hours. Today was that day, she should be at my door any minute now. Just the thought of getting to see her and her being in my office started making me aroused. I could tell that I was already starting to get a bulge in my khaki pants, I hoped she wouldn’t notice what she did to me.
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She had asked last class to set up a meeting with me during my office hours. Today was that day, she should be at my door any minute now. Just the thought of getting to see her and her being in my office started making me aroused. I could tell that I was already starting to get a bulge in my khaki pants, I hoped she wouldn’t notice what she did to me.
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Tuesday, July 8, 2014
A Sexy Librarian
Maybe she's a librarian. Maybe she just looks sexy as hell in these glasses. In any event:
Our friend Andrew Smith has something to say about sex and libraries.
And you may just find your very own sexy librarian...
Our friend Andrew Smith has something to say about sex and libraries.
And you may just find your very own sexy librarian...
Wednesday, June 11, 2014
Andrew Smith and the Morning Visit
They had met a couple times before. Had talked about an arrangement. Had talked around the issue.
She was young and had blonde, curly hair. Her breasts were large and full and her hips and ass were perfectly round and wonderful in his mind.
But, more than her figure, her voice turned him on. He had invited her back the second time just to be sure he was right. And he was. Within in minutes of her telling him a story about her day, he felt his cock stiffen. She was clearly smart, but something about her voice hit him in just the right spot.
This time, she had messaged him. She let him know she wanted to see him. To make it work.
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She was young and had blonde, curly hair. Her breasts were large and full and her hips and ass were perfectly round and wonderful in his mind.
But, more than her figure, her voice turned him on. He had invited her back the second time just to be sure he was right. And he was. Within in minutes of her telling him a story about her day, he felt his cock stiffen. She was clearly smart, but something about her voice hit him in just the right spot.
This time, she had messaged him. She let him know she wanted to see him. To make it work.
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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.
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