1. Beef with Broccoli


    Date: 2/12/2016, Categories: Fiction, Blowjob, Erotica, Written by women, Author: CandyXLove, Rating: 92.9, Source: sexstories.com

    "Mmm, yeah. Got something for you I know you want, baby. Come on over here and wrap those dick sucking lips around it." There's a creep who sometimes hangs out on his stoop when I'm on my way home from work. He says pretty much the same thing to me every time he's out there. "Whoo! You got dat ass, girl. Shake it for me. You know you want to slide up and down my big cock." Ok, so there are two creeps who hoot things out at me when I'm coming home from work. I don't know why, they probably do it to every woman under seventy who walks by. I dress like an elementary school teacher. No, for real, I wear a lot of cardigans with pockets big enough to hold extra Kleenex and I usually have some tempura paint in my hair, somewhere. "Smile for me, honey. Smile? You look so much prettier if you smile. Hey! Hey, I'm talking to you! Smile for me. Smile! Hey! Smile, you fucking stuck up bitch!" On bad days, there are more than two creeps. When the weather first starts to get warm, just when I really want to wear a cute spring dress? That's when they're as thick as slugs after a heavy rain. I got these awesome noise-cancelling earbuds for myself for Christmas. Sometimes I just pretend all the creeps are in an urban musical and they're singing the words in my songs. When I've had a really bad day, I always make sure I cue up "Bohemian Rhapsody" on repeat as I come up out of the train station and pass the bodega with the great egg salad. Creepo Numero Uno usually notices me right around ...
    the time Queen "sees a little silhouette." Today? Today was a bad day. It was supposed to be my class' Valentine's Day party, something my kids look forward to for weeks, cutting out paper hearts and covering their plastic milk jug "mailboxes" with glitter and stickers. I don't love it. For me, it means we lose a day of reading stories and learning subtraction to the party itself, not to mention the day before when the kids are too excited to be useful for anything. All that build-up so they can eat candy and drink red Kool-Aid, so they can learn that Valentine's Day is so important that it's worth taking two days off work. Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. gets one day and no party. Presidents Washington and Lincoln have to share a birthday, and there's no party. But the day we celebrate buying stuff for the person you'd like to sleep with? Yeah, kids. That's the one that's worth a week of painstaking arts and crafts. It's definitely worth a sleepless night of anticipation. On Monday, I was entertaining a fantasy of replacing our Valentine's Day party with a day where I still fed my students all the sugar they could hold, but told them stories about what a badass Harriet Tubman was instead of having them play silly games. On Wednesday, we got the official word from the principal: all class Valentine's Day parties are moved to next week because so many kids and teachers are out sick and the ones who are not shouldn't be sharing food and drinks, anyway. The flu is running through the ...
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