Lusty Literacy

Hey friends, Last update of the month. It's been a pretty good month, as well, and I'm glad that things seem to be going smoothly now. This week, admittedly, has been slightly slower on my end, but that seems to be a "getting started" thing, haha. Otherwise, all is well. Mood's good, productivity is good, whoop whoop. Updates: "Free" Stories The New Girl sadly didn't get enough attention this week. To try and explain this, I basically aim to do 10k words each day. Last week I was hitting an average of 9k, this week more like 7.5k. I then have to prioritise things based on the "deadlines" and so the monthly exclusive came first. Today, the only thing I "have" to do are my commission bits, and after that I'm putting the majority of the effort into this, so I may end up doing 2-3k words of it, in which case it might be out tomorrow, or if not, Monday or Tuesday at the latest. (It's at 8k still, sadly, as last Friday did not p

  Chapter 9: Succumbing/Freefall Maddie blushes as I semi-stumble back into our office, my own cheeks doubtless far redder given the flush heat that still courses through them. I clumsily brush my cock twice, first on the doorframe and then on the side of my desk, in both instances drawing unwanted attention to the fact that I am stupendously and unreasonably hard right now. Irina’s load is omnipresent in my nose, impossible to fully escape. Every breath brings with it a tang of her potency, a reminder of what I just did. And given the way that Mads stealthily – though clearly not stealthily enough – wets her lips, the overwhelming stink of our boss’s virility is obvious to more than just myself. ‘Did it go well?’ she says, watching me side-on. Fingers on keys, mostly front-facing, but she can’t stop appreciating the subtle giveaways on my face. The signs that yes, it went very well. I usually have this way with Mads, this means to speak to her as though she’s my lesser, but recent ev