Sexcapades: A Collection of Short Tales

[thevirginwriter]

Greetings, SBF community! New user here; been lurking around for some time now and finally decided to create an account. Came to know about this place through the various stories written on here. Started with bro Lakland's a few years back, followed by bros ilock, EoS, Shrouded, and most recently, sis June's, to name a few. Not to be biased, props to all the other authors on SBF as well.

Reading these stories inspired me to pick up writing myself, which brings me here. This thread will be for shorter stories, of which this will be the first (and hopefully not the last). They're mostly fictional, but loosely based on real-life events. As my name suggests, I am, by no means, a professional writer, and have limited sexual experience; I view this as a passion project of mine, and an avenue to refine my writing skills, so please forgive any shortcomings that I may have.

Do note that my writing progress mainly hinges on my motivation levels and life situation, so if I'm not doing too well, expect little to no updates from me. I also have a longer story in the works, but that'll be for another time/thread.

Now, without further ado:


Beep! Beep! Beep!

An annoyed look crossed my face as I slowly opened my eyes. I was in the middle of a pretty good dream, and my alarm had disrupted it. Damn it.

Groaning, I reached for my alarm and turned it off. The obnoxious beeping finally stopped. Then, silence.

Staring at the ceiling, I debated whether I could afford those infamous five more minutes of sleep. For some reason, the warmth of my blanket this morning was just too inviting, my bed just too comfortable, and the memory of the dream I’d been awoken from still lingered on the edge of my mind, even though it was already starting to fade. Sigh.

Gingerly, I forced myself to sit up, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. Dragging myself to the bathroom, I proceeded to carry out my morning routine: a quick shower, a quick brushing of my teeth, a brief skincare routine, and a quick styling of my hair. By the time I emerged, I was looking like a different person.

Putting on my signature blue shirt and black trousers, I grabbed my laptop bag and headed out of my apartment unit. Breakfast could wait until I reached my office.

Thirteen minutes later, I was on a train bound for the CBD. As always, the carriages were packed with commuters from all walks of life. I didn’t necessarily mind, though; to me, at least I didn’t have to worry about all the things commonly associated with driving/owning a car.

Besides, being behind the wheel doesn't always get you in close proximity with girls, if you know what I mean.

[thevirginwriter]

As the train moved along the tracks, I found myself wedged between the usual mix of tired-looking office workers, students glued to their phones, and the occasional tourist looking slightly overwhelmed by the morning rush hour crowd.

There was one person that caught my eye this morning. Standing just a few feet away and diagonally facing me, was this young, professional-looking lady. She was dressed in a navy blouse and a black pencil skirt, complete with a dark blazer and matching heels. Simple, but elegant. Her long, brown hair was kept in a neat bun, complemented by her delicate facial features.

She was quite the looker. Any guy would be lucky to have her.

Couldn't be me, though. Her standards seemed too high for someone like me.

She was reading something on her phone while gripping the handrail, lost in her own world. I glanced away before she could catch me looking at her, pretending to check the in-train display screen. Still a few more stops to go.

The train rocked slightly as it passed through a curved tunnel, and she shifted a little, adjusting her grip. For a second, I thought our eyes met as she looked up from her phone briefly. Or was it just me?

Probably just my imagination. Still, a guy like me could wonder.

[thevirginwriter]

Hello everyone! Story is still a work in progress, but if you all would like me to continue, do support me a little or reply to show your interest. Cheers!

[funfox]

Please do continue TS. Promising start 👍🏼

[Rideonmycxck]

Originally Posted by thevirginwriter

Hello everyone! Story is still a work in progress, but if you all would like me to continue, do support me a little or reply to show your interest. Cheers!

Please continue the story hahah, waiting for more updates hopefully

[oxeso]

Continue, i support.

[knickers]

Support and camping for more updates

[junebaby]

Supporting!

[thevirginwriter]

Thank you everyone for your comments! They are much appreciated
Continuing from where I left off previously:


The rest of the train ride was rather uneventful. Our gazes never met again, and she got off at the stop before mine. So near, yet so far.

Shortly after, I arrived at my station. Stepping out of the train, I joined the throng of people heading towards the exit. Once at street level, I was greeted by the familiar hustle and bustle of the city: cars honking, heels clicking against the pavement, and the chatter of phone calls around me.

After walking for a while, I finally arrived in front of my office building. The automatic glass doors slid open to allow me entry, and I walked through the lobby, nodding at the security guard by the entrance before exchanging a quick greeting with the receptionist behind the counter. Tapping my access card at the gantry, I made my way towards the lifts and stepped into one.

Pressing the button for my floor, I leaned against the wall of the lift. A soft 'ding’ signaled each stop as people filtered in and out, some engaged in quiet conversations, while others were absorbed in their phones.

Reaching my floor, I strode out of the lift and towards my desk, greeting a few of my colleagues along the way. Setting my bag down, I took out my laptop and powered it on.

Just another day at work.

It had been about a month and a half since I entered the corporate world. Fresh out of uni, I decided to apply for an internship to better equip myself for the working life. After countless rejections, my efforts finally led me to a local firm. Admittedly, they weren’t high on my list, but I decided it was better than nothing and accepted their offer.

Looking back, it wasn’t too bad of a decision. The benefits were decent; nothing too fancy, but enough for me. My workload was manageable, although there were times when I was kinda stretched. And my colleagues made my transition from academia to a corporate environment smoother than I expected.

There was, however, one thing that felt a bit lacking.

I was the only intern in a male-majority setting.

Without any other interns around, my days felt a little...isolating. Don’t get me wrong, my colleagues were good people, but there was still a gap, one that came from not being in the same boat or age group as me. There was only so much they could do in that regard.

On most days, I ate alone. On others, I tagged along with my colleagues when they invited me, but the conversation often drifted into topics that I had little to no input on: office gossip which I wasn’t privy to, company stuff that just went over my head, and so on.

Then there was the ratio of males to females in the firm. Within my department alone, the guys outnumbered the girls about three to one, and the ladies, while friendly, mostly kept to themselves and had their own circle. Add in the age gap between us, and trying to strike up a casual conversation with them and not feeling out of place wasn’t exactly easy.

“What about other departments?” you may be asking. As far as I knew, there weren’t many interns in my intake to begin with. Even if there were, they were spread out across different teams or worked on separate floors, meaning our paths rarely, if ever, crossed. The same could be said about the staff, so that was that.

Even so, I didn’t let it bother me too much. My work kept me occupied, and I told myself that being independent was a good thing. Besides, it wasn’t like I was completely alone in the office.

Still, a little balance and company wouldn’t have hurt.


Speaking of other departments, there was one exception -

[thevirginwriter]

“Morning, James.”

A female voice interrupted my thoughts. Looking up from my laptop, my eyes were greeted by two melons. Gulp.

“Good morning, Mdm Rose,” I replied casually.

“Please la. I told you before, no need to be so formal, ok? It makes me feel old. Besides, you don’t hear me calling you Mr James, right?”

I chuckled. “Sorry, ‘Rose’. Force of habit. Haha.”

“That’s better. By the way, there’s a new intern coming in today, and she’ll be attached to my department. You should get to see her later during the office assembly.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Oh?”

“Yep. At least you won’t be the only intern on this floor anymore. Hahaha.”

“Took them long enough,” I replied sarcastically.

We both laughed.

“Ok la, don’t wanna bother you liao. See you later.”

“See you.”

With that, she turned to look for my colleagues, her hips sashaying as she went. Damn.

Rose was from the other department on my floor. She often dropped by my department to chat with my colleagues, which was how I got to know her and vice versa. Coincidentally, she happened to be my senior from uni, having graduated a few years before I enrolled. Small world.

What wasn’t small were her assets. I estimated her rack to be at least a D cup, though I suspected it could be the bras she wore, too. And her peach-shaped ass, which was simply hypnotic if you saw her walking from behind. I also noticed she had a habit of wearing tight-fitting clothing, and today was no different; her chest was threatening to spill out of her white blouse, while her VPL was showing from her ankle pants, leaving little to the imagination.

Fucking hell. Talk about a cock tease.

I’ll admit, I got a little flustered during my first few encounters with her. If she ever noticed, she didn’t show it. Over time, I just got accustomed to it and learned to keep myself in check.

Sometimes, I wondered if HR had ever called her out for dressing like that. Then again, it was none of my business. Not that I was complaining, anyways.

Not surprisingly, she was married. From what I heard, her husband (lucky bastard) was some businessman who traveled a lot, which meant Rose spent a good amount of time on her own. Not that she ever seemed lonely; if anything, she carried herself with the confidence of a woman who knew she was desirable. And she was.

I also found myself wondering if she got hitched to ward off unwanted advances. I knew both our departments had their fair share of single guys, and I bet they all would line up to try and get into her pants.

I mean, I would, too.

Wait, did I say that out loud?

Brushing those thoughts aside, I turned my attention back to what Rose had just said.

A new intern, huh?

As I’d mentioned, I was the only intern in my department, and from what I’d gathered, there weren’t many others in the company, either. Up until today, that is. And on the same floor, no less.

Having someone new around, especially someone in a similar position as me could make things a little more interesting around the office.

I checked my watch. The office assembly wasn’t for another hour or so.

Guess I’d just have to wait and see.

[Tigeressed]

Hopefully a chio SYT intern!

[thevirginwriter]

The next hour passed rather unremarkably. I kept myself busy with my work, but my mind kept on drifting to the new intern.

Would they be anything like me? Another fresh grad trying to gain some working experience? Or maybe someone kiasu, here to build up their portfolio? Not that it mattered. Ok, maybe a little.

Finally, the time came. My colleagues and I made our way to the hall where the monthly office assembly was held. Taking our seats, I spotted Rose a few rows in front of me, flanked by her colleagues. Turning around, she looked in my direction and gave a quick wink. Wait, what?

That was a first. Instinctively, I glanced around, half-expecting someone else to be the intended recipient. But no, her eyes seemed to be fixed on me.

What the -

Before I could even process it, she turned back around, as if nothing had happened. To my surprise, no one had seemed to notice our brief exchange.

I shifted a little in my seat. What in the -

“Good morning, everyone. Our assembly will begin shortly, so please take your seats.”

I gathered myself. Today’s assembly was turning out to be something else.

Or so I thought.

Bar my interaction with Rose, it was nothing special; just the usual updates from management, performance reviews, and reminders about corporate policies. And as always, most people barely paid attention, nodding along just enough to not look disengaged.

As the assembly drew to a close, our manager took the mic.

“Before we end today, I’d like to introduce a new face joining us today. Everyone, please welcome our new intern.”

Polite applause filled the hall as all eyes turned toward the front. I sat up a little straighter, my curiosity piqued.

And then I saw her.

Stepping forward was a girl who seemed to be around my age. She wore a simple blouse and dress pants that showed off the right amount of curves. Her long, black hair was neatly secured in a claw clip, and her black-framed glasses added to her refined and intelligent appearance. Taking to the stage, she scanned the room before offering a polite, slightly nervous smile.

I was momentarily stunned. Not just because there was an effortless charm about her, but she looked just like one of my past flings from uni. You could tell me they were sisters and I would believe you.

“Would you care to introduce yourself?” our manager quipped, passing her the mic.

Taking it, she cleared her throat before speaking. “Hello, good morning, everyone. My name is Chloe, and I’m currently in my final year of university. Looking forward to working with you all.” She then bowed slightly to another round of light applause.

I leaned back in my chair, feeling slightly intrigued. Not only did they look alike, but they had a similar voice, too. The cute, high-pitched kind.

Knn. Talk about crazy coincidences.

As the assembly wrapped up, everyone began filing out of the hall. A few people approached Chloe, offering brief welcomes before moving along. I remained at my seat, watching as they exchanged pleasantries. From the looks of it, she was already making a good impression.

Just as I was getting up and about to leave, Rose suddenly appeared beside me.

“So, what do you think?” she asked, her voice low enough so that only I could hear her.

I looked at her. “About what?”

She rolled her eyes. “The new intern la. She’s kinda cute, right?”

I raised an eyebrow. Is this what all that earlier was about?

“I didn’t take you for the matchmaking type,” I remarked.

“I’m not. Just saying only.” Folding her arms, she continued, “Though, it would be nice for a change, no? After all, you’re always surrounded by older guys. And girls. You get the idea.”

I scoffed. “Well...”

“Also, aren’t you going to greet her?” she queried.

Before I could respond, Chloe started heading in our direction.

“Speak of the devil,” Rose mused. “Good luck.”

With that, she patted my shoulder and walked off, leaving me to deal with what was coming next.

I barely had time to compose myself before Chloe stopped in front of me.

“Hi, I’m Chloe. Nice to meet you.” she began, extending her hand. God, her voice was really adorable.

“James. Likewise,” I replied firmly, taking her hand and shaking it. It felt so soft to the touch.

As I let go of her hand, she gave a small smile. Looking at her up close, I couldn’t help but notice her subtle details; the soft, pink hue of her lipstick, the faint yet delicate scent of perfume lingering in the air between us. And was that a playful glint in her eyes?

“Ah, so you’re the one Mdm Rose mentioned.” Figures.

“She did, huh? All good things, I hope.”

She chuckled softly. “I guess you’ll have to find out.”

I smirked. “Fair enough.”

For a brief moment, neither of us spoke. It wasn’t exactly awkward, but there was an unspoken air of observation, as if we were both sizing each other up in this first interaction.

She was the first to break the silence. Turning to leave, she said, “Guess I’ll be seeing you around?”

“You can say that,” I answered.

She nodded slightly, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “Alright. I’ll be taking my leave now.”

“See you,” I replied, watching as she walked away, only leaving the hall myself when she was out of sight.

Yeah, something told me my internship was about to get a lot more interesting.

[ThaiLj]

Originally Posted by thevirginwriter

Greetings, SBF community! New user here; been lurking around for some time now and finally decided to create an account. Came to know about this place through the various stories written on here. Started with bro Lakland's a few years back, followed by bros ilock, EoS, Shrouded, and most recently, sis June's, to name a few. Not to be biased, props to all the other authors on SBF as well.

Reading these stories inspired me to pick up writing myself, which brings me here. This thread will be for shorter stories, of which this will be the first (and hopefully not the last). They're mostly fictional, but loosely based on real-life events. As my name suggests, I am, by no means, a professional writer, and have limited sexual experience; I view this as a passion project of mine, and an avenue to refine my writing skills, so please forgive any shortcomings that I may have.

Do note that my writing progress mainly hinges on my motivation levels and life situation, so if I'm not doing too well, expect little to no updates from me. I also have a longer story in the works, but that'll be for another time/thread.

Now, without further ado:


Beep! Beep! Beep!

An annoyed look crossed my face as I slowly opened my eyes. I was in the middle of a pretty good dream, and my alarm had disrupted it. Damn it.

Groaning, I reached for my alarm and turned it off. The obnoxious beeping finally stopped. Then, silence.

Staring at the ceiling, I debated whether I could afford those infamous five more minutes of sleep. For some reason, the warmth of my blanket this morning was just too inviting, my bed just too comfortable, and the memory of the dream I’d been awoken from still lingered on the edge of my mind, even though it was already starting to fade. Sigh.

Gingerly, I forced myself to sit up, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. Dragging myself to the bathroom, I proceeded to carry out my morning routine: a quick shower, a quick brushing of my teeth, a brief skincare routine, and a quick styling of my hair. By the time I emerged, I was looking like a different person.

Putting on my signature blue shirt and black trousers, I grabbed my laptop bag and headed out of my apartment unit. Breakfast could wait until I reached my office.

Thirteen minutes later, I was on a train bound for the CBD. As always, the carriages were packed with commuters from all walks of life. I didn’t necessarily mind, though; to me, at least I didn’t have to worry about all the things commonly associated with driving/owning a car.

Besides, being behind the wheel doesn't always get you in close proximity with girls, if you know what I mean.

Nice detailed stories bro..

[thevirginwriter]

Originally Posted by ThaiLj

Nice detailed stories bro..1

Cheers bro!

[thevirginwriter]

Dear readers,

Unfortunately, work and other commitments are keeping me busy, and I've also hit a bit of writer's block, so my story will be on a (hopefully brief) hiatus of sorts. Just FYI.

In the meantime, why not check out some of the other stories on here if you haven't already?

Thank you for your patience and understanding!