Dream Job - Sex Stories

Dream Job

... soaking her panties.

Over her first years of university, she realized that her mood was entirely correlated with her libido. When she had a high sexual drive, her days passed like a pleasant summer breeze. The caresses of the wind on her youthful skin were a playful tease sent by the earth; the friction of her tight jeans on her clitoris made the shortest little stroll enjoyable, and she could not resist wearing G-string underwear, such that she could savor all day long the delicate presence of the fabric between her buttock cheeks, gently stimulating her sensitive anus.

She even found a way to appreciate her interminable commutes to the university by trying to get as close to the edge of climax as possible from the vibrations of the train. A low sexual drive, however, was the guarantee of a boring day and a sulky mood. Erotic fiction was the magic concoction, the mental aphrodisiac that provided her with the lust she could not live without.

Every morning and evening, she was reading, forcing her mind to go through the enticing words, no matter how crazy the images running in her head made her, no matter how strong the begging of her clitoris was, no matter how fuzzy lust was making her brain. She wanted to see what the limits of her frenzy and of her pleasure were, if any. For that purpose, she took the habit of delaying as much as she could her masturbation sessions. She let the lust rise and rise, reading raunchy novels one after another without allowing herself ...

... any release, and finally, when she felt utterly unable to deal with her libido anymore, she would gently reach between her thighs, and after a few seconds of slow touching, let herself explode.

At some point, she even fancied coming from mental stimulation alone. But no matter how hard she tried, thoughts and words were not sufficient to bring her over the edge. She got caught by surprise in the train, though, as the vibrations of her seat coupled with a particular frisky passage got the better of her. She did a poor job at containing her moans, and although having vaginal contractions surrounded by a myriad of strangers had definitely been an interesting experience, she did not wish to renew it.

After graduating, she started to work for a publishing company, and she insisted on reviewing only erotic manuscripts. She was very successful at her job. Her colleagues were impressed by the long hours she was putting in, which, as the careful reader might deduce by now, were not causing her any effort at all. After a few months, she decided she could write much more enticing fiction than any of the authors she was reviewing, so she decided to submit her own manuscript. It was immediately accepted and rapidly became a bestseller.

But on this late Friday afternoon, she was too tired and horny to get any more work done. Of course, if for once she allowed herself an orgasm, the constant throbbing of her clitoris would go away temporarily, and she could probably focus better. ...