Showing posts with label Romantic Office Saga. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Romantic Office Saga. Show all posts

Sunday, 5 August 2018

7 ways to make your story interesting.


Most people are getting into writing, not knowing that writing is an art that needs special skills just like any other art out there. Everybody can write, but not everybody can write a story worth reading.
So, how do you make a story worth reading?
Below is a list of things to consider if you wish your story to be read a very enjoyable story for people to read.

Wednesday, 14 March 2018

The Romantic Office Saga: Part Three

“Please come to my office”, boss said and hang on.
I found my boss seated looking a bit relaxed with a bottle of mineral water. I pretended not to get surprised by the fact that she was wearing a red mini-skirt and a tight-fitting pink blouse that revealed a lot of cleavage.
“What am about to tell you or rather to ask you should not leave this office, treat it with the confidentiality that it deserves.” She said. “You can count on me madam”, I replied as a matter of fact.

Tuesday, 13 March 2018

The Romantic Office Saga: Part Two


After we finished bathing we headed straight to the bedroom. I swept Sally off her feet and carried her like few feet before laying her on the bed and rolling with her as we chuckled like little babies. We kissed hungrily as if we had really waited for this moment; deep quick French kisses as we caressed each other.
Her boobs were getting harder and harder every time I touched them. Her nipples were so erect like they can pierce someone. My johnnie was rock hard pointing forward. She caressed my abdomen all the way until she touched my hard johnnie and gasped as if surprised.

Monday, 12 March 2018

The Romantic Office Saga : Part one

I was used to working alone in the office, being an IT admin, mostly am buried in a computer doing one thing or another. My office is a lonely one, rarely do people come to it unless they are in problem with their computer or anything related.
So, one Friday evening, I remained in office past working hours to do my usual back up after everyone had left.
I heard a soft knock at the door and I casually said, “come in”, expecting our watchman or gate man to come and perhaps tell me something like, “I can see you are working late, when about to leave come and alert me am closing the gate to the premises”.
But to my surprise, it was not our watchman, but Sally our tea girl.