An Oldie but a Goodie

This was written for Anne, one of the editors at Hustler. It is about her. I sent the story to her and she loved it. It was published in Hustler years ago. Thought I would bring back some oldies but goodies. Enjoy. xoxoxoxo ~S Occupational Hazard I squeezed my kegal muscles together once again. That would make like five times in the last paragraph. This story I was reading was killing me. I hadn’t gotten any in over a week and my girl was itching. I figured I could stay late today and get some more reading done. I had over 6 months worth of submissions in my inbox and they needed to be read, after all, the book was coming out in 6 months time and we needed the stories. My thighs were just aching. Pretty soon, I would have to dig deep into my purse and take matters into my own hands. I was Senior Editor at a publishing company that published, well, erotica. Smut. Dirty stories that get you off. This one writer submitted stories for our short story collections every year and damn was she good. She wrote with passion and she wrote from the fire of her loins. She knew how to turn people on. This woman must be a devil in the bedroom. Whatever she was doing was turning me on when I was reading her latest story. It had everything we looked for, the sex, the passion, a story and hot juices flowing. Speaking of, I could not concentrate anymore. I picked up my purse and headed for the ladies room. There were only a couple of people in the office this late and surely I would have enough time to get the job done. I quickly dropped my pants and see through panties all the way to my ankles so I could spread my legs as I so needed to. I reached down with my fingers and she was smoking. My thighs were already getting wet. I pulled out the Silver Bullet, my favorite little vibrator and put it on high speed. I wasted no time and I shoved it in me, stroking it a few times and then just stopping on my clit, letting the vibrations just take me to ecstasy. As I got closer to cumming, I started stroking it in and out of me, harder and faster. I finally came and holy shit did I cum hard. I damn near cried out. I damn near cried, period. That was one of the most intense orgasms I had ever given myself. I pulled myself together and walked out to the sink to wash off my little friend. I was still breathing heavy as the bathroom door opened and one of the office girls walked in. I quickly thrust my toy into my purse. I am sure I reeked of sex. I just smiled as I walked out, knowing that the little smirk on her face meant she knew what I was up to. Now I just had to go send a letter to this writer letting her know her story was very well accepted.