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Mrs Johnson are you trying to seduce me ?
Mrs Johnson sat there at her desk, her fish net stocking clad legs crossing in the process ever so elegantly - further accentuating her 'sex' for me.

" Mrs Robinson, when do you get back to me on whether you'll hire me or not for the position ? "

She gave me a saucy old grin, and dangled the heel on the foot of her crossed leg, like a thorough-bred mature sex machine', smiled at me and replied " i bet you know a few interesting positions you'd like to get me into hmm ? "

I sat there getting rather hot under the collar.

She untied the bun in her hair and let it all down, shaking her head and loosening those strands of her sexy golden blonde wavy hair.

" uh Mrs Johnson - I have to get going now - ive got an appointment to see my GP today.... hah...can't be late for that "

Mrs Johnson smiled and replied " of course not ", smiling back at me with those hypnotic eyes of hers, unbuttoning a few buttons of her blouse whilst swaying side to side on her rotational office chair.

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that was a sample from a prospective adult erotic novel im writing...

i ask you guys - what would you do in that position, and to you ladies out there - if you were Mrs Robinson - would you prevent me from leaving and GET some action one or another ?

shes 42 im 28...

Nah. I can't even imagine me being mrs johnson or mrs robinson, sorry.

A girl in my workplace wants to have sex with me. What should I do?
I work for a large company and have always been told to
"Never to fish off the company pier".
I have the company AGM dinner and drinks comming up and she will be there. I am worried as to whether I should or shouldn't have sex with her as she indicated with a raised eye brow and a wink mmm "I can share a Hotel room with me"...she said and continued to look at me when our PA booked the accomodation. I was embarrased and was not sure if our PA cuaght on. If I wasn't at work It would be simple. I would just throw her down and go for it. I am now back at my work station and can smell her perfume and see her stocking clad leg out the side of her work station. She is wearing a mini skirt business suit mmm. I am attracted to her as she is to me, however I think I may loose the respect of my colleages if they find out. Is it worth it or should I just think with my dick?

Don't go there who knows she could be one of those crazy chicks you give her tha d*** and try to leave her alone then all hell brakes lose. Then everybody in the dang office is going to know all yo business. You can go ahead and think with your penis if you want to but it will be a big mistake if things don't go the way you think it will. Everything that glitters ain't gold and everything that smells good ain't always good for us. It sounds like you may just want to hit it and go but she may want more than that. So I suggest unless you are truly prepared for the good and the bad then don't tap that ***. Whatever you decide to do just remember NO GLOVE NO LOVE! Good Luck!

Writing a furestic war story, here is the what i have so far?
Commander Deen ducked behind the crumbled brick wall as gunfire hailed around him. The marine next to him loaded a new clip into his rifle and yanked on the bolt. A massive tank with two huge cannon barrels on its rotating cabin, rolled next to Deen and fired a double balst a t the source of the gunfire. A rocket whizzed overhead narrowly missing the tank and exploding at the base of the building in front of Deen. Deen ****** his M17 rifle and fired a burst over the wall. He pressed his head radio to his ear. “Command Come in ” He yelled.
“This is Sky eye command, what’s the situation, Commander Deen?” A calm, almost computerized voice responded.
“ We are in serious trouble Being overwhelmed Need reinforcements ASAP ”
“Commander Deen, all forces are currently pinned or unable to assist. We have R.A.I.N. Squad Omega inbound to provide support. E.T.A. 10 minutes. You must hold your current position until then.”
The tank near Deen exploded in a massive explosion, causing his ears to ring, and blur his vison. “R.A.I.N. squad? Alright, bring the R.A.I.N. , we need that backup, Now ” He popped above the wall and fired another burst. He hit an enemy soldier as he ran between cover and the man fell, but Deen ducked behind the wall as a sniper round hit the wall. “Everyone hold out ” he yelled to all his solders. “We got a R.A.I.N. squad coming In Watch the skies ”

. . .

Captain Jack Archer walked into the cargo hold of the osprey v7. His R.A.I.N. cyberarmor clinked lightly as he walked. His squad sat in the chairs along the walls of the craft. He slapped a slumped head as he walked. “Get up, Butch.” he said. The man jumped and grumbled. He looked around and stood up. “We drop in fifteen, guys. Mount up.” he walked to the wall that was lined with several stations, each stocked with weapons. Each of the solders, all clad in the advanced R.A.I.N. armor, comprised a several black armor plates covering their chest, shoulders, arms legs and vital areas. The plates were strong but light and the armor melded perfectly with their bodies, giving no movement limitations. They walked to their own spots on the wall. Jack grabbed the complex M17 rifle that hung in his spot. The spot next to him was vacant and he turned to see another solder with blond hair, his head bowed, a large sniper rifle strapped to his back, and a M17 rifle with a sleek scope and a long barrel in his lap. “William, are you already set?” Jack asked with a chuckle.
The man looked up. “Yeah you know me. Always ready. I just want my rifle close.” His voice was low and somber.
“ yeah I hear ya.” Steve said, down the line. A large jagged scar marked his face near his left eye and stretched all the way to his collarbone. He pumped a massive shotgun with a a silver clip feeding from the bottom,” I love Julie here.” He patted the shotgun affenectontly and slipped it onto his back.
“Do you know how creepy it is that you named that gun? And that you named it after mom?” Ryan, who was next to him, looked at him with a perplexed face. Smaller than his massive brother, Ryan simply retrieved his rifle, then he grabbed a large metallic backpack with a red cross on it. He opened the case and examined the contents. “Guess I’ll just fix you up after you get hit.”
:yeah right, Butch is the one who always gets hit.” Simon jeered, loading grenades on his belt, and retrieving his own metal pack.
Butch looked up from his cubicle. “He’s right ya know.” he said in his booming voice. “I mean, hell, I have the record for the most bullets ever taken. Well, taken and survived. “ he chuckled and the massive man picked up a large minigun melded with a small drum for grenades and a larger metallic frame, with a large ammo drum on the side, He spun the barrels around and laughed a little.
“Please be careful with that thing.” Dill said from the far end of the line. The tech-officer flexed his arm and examined the small electronic device on the arm of his armor. “You scare me with that monster. “
”O.K. Who scares you more? Me or Butch?” James Hailfeild, with his mad red hair leaned out and looked at dill with a mad smile, holding a block C4.
“You.” Dill said without a moments hesitation. “And you be really careful with that.” Dill grabbed his rifle, covered in various electronic devices and tools.
“Cut the crap guys, we need to drop soon.” jack said. “Get your gear and get over here.” Archer walked past the rest of them to a large round base. His black metallic pack had a small sniper rifle attached to it, and the hilt of a blade over his right shoulder. His custom M17 rifle hung on his chest, with a small sleek optical scope, a red dot sight, and a front grip. The barrel was longer then the standard, but shorter than Williams’s.
The team grabbed the last of their equipment and walked along behind him. They took their positions around a large dome shaped object in the center of the room. As they formed around it, Jack tapped the center of it. H

I've read many worse. I only take the time to make the criticisms below because I'll buy your first book when/if I see it. You have potential. This story is already better than much of what I just read in the latest L. Ron Hubbard's "writers of the future"

Stop saying M17 so much.

It's not creepy at all to name a rifle. It's quite common, and buddies are happy, because the rifle will be well maintained and ready to save their bacon in a fight.

'melded' also suffers from overuse.

You aren't going to find a handheld minigun firing grenades, because the entire point behind multibarreled weapons is a firing rate so high that a single barrel would melt. The ammo load for such is in the very high hundreds to thousands, no human can carry a thousand propelled grenades into combat. Basically, the guy is carrying an A-10's gatling cannon which weighs 620 lbs with no ammo or power supply, The gun's recoil exceeds the plane's engine thrust. A .22 gatling is about all a human can really handle. Jesse Ventura's minigun in Predator held about 750 rounds. He'd have been much better off with a larger caliber slower firing single barreled machine gun, like a custom 20mm autogun like the bruce willis movie "the jackal". (but if you're going to shoot at hillary clinton, use explosive rounds, not depleted uranium penetrators)

You can get away with a lot more in movies than you can in books.

Likewise with the twin barreled tank. An M-1, I believe, carries less than 150 rounds.

Begining of my story, what do you think?
Commander Deen ducked behind the crumbled brick wall as gunfire hailed around him. The marine next to him loaded a new clip into his rifle and yanked on the bolt. A massive tank with two huge cannon barrels on its rotating cabin. rolled next to Deen and fired a double blast at the source of the gunfire. A rocket whizzed overhead narrowly missing the tank and exploding at the base of the building in front of Deen. Deen ****** his M17 rifle and fired a burst over the wall. He pressed his head radio to his ear. “Command! Come in!” He yelled.
“This is Sky eye command, what’s the situation, Commander Deen?” A calm, almost computerized voice responded.
“We are in serious trouble! Being overwhelmed! Need reinforcements ASAP!”
“Commander Deen, all forces are currently pinned or unable to assist. We have R.A.I.N. Squad Omega inbound to provide support. E.T.A. 10 minutes. You must hold your current position until then.”
The tank near Deen exploded in a massive explosion, causing his ears to ring, and blur his vision. “R.A.I.N. squad? Alright, bring the R.A.I.N.! We need that backup, now!” He popped above the wall and fired another burst. He hit an enemy soldier as he ran between cover and the man fell, but Deen ducked behind the wall as a sniper round hit the wall. “Everyone hold out!” he yelled to all his solders. “We got a R.A.I.N. squad coming In! Watch the skies!”

. . .

Captain Jack Archer walked into the cargo hold of the osprey v7. His R.A.I.N. cyberarmor clinked lightly as he walked. His squad sat in the chairs along the walls of the craft. He slapped a slumped head as he walked. “Get up, Butch.” he said. The man jumped and grumbled. He looked around and stood up. “We drop in fifteen, guys. Mount up.” he walked to the wall that was lined with several stations, each stocked with weapons. Each of the solders, all clad in the advanced R.A.I.N. armor, comprised a several black armor plates covering their chest, shoulders, arms legs and vital areas. The plates were strong but light, causing no movement limitations. They walked to their own spots on the wall. Jack grabbed the complex assault rifle that hung in his spot. The spot next to him was vacant and he turned to see another solder with blond hair, his head bowed, a large sniper rifle strapped to his back, and a M17 rifle with a sleek scope and a long barrel in his lap. “William, are you already set?” Jack asked with a chuckle.
The man looked up. “Yeah you know me. Always ready. I just want my rifle close.” His voice was low and somber.
“ yeah I hear ya.” Simon said, down the line. A large jagged scar marked his face near his left eye and stretched all the way to his collarbone. He pumped a massive shotgun with a silver clip feeding from the bottom,” I love Julie here.” He patted the shotgun affenectontly and slipped it onto his back.
“Do you know how creepy it is that you named that gun? And that you named it after mom?” Ryan, who was next to him, looked at him with a perplexed face. Smaller than his massive brother, Ryan simply retrieved his rifle, then he grabbed a large metallic backpack with a red cross on it. He opened the case and examined the contents. “Guess I’ll just fix you up after you get hit.”
“Yeah right, Butch is the one who always gets hit.” Simon jeered, loading grenades on his belt, and retrieving his own metal pack.
Butch looked up from his cubicle. “He’s right ya know.” he said in his booming voice. “I mean, hell, I have the record for the most bullets ever taken. Well, taken and survived. “ he chuckled and the massive man picked up a large minigun. The multiple barrels shown as he raised the large frame and connected a massive drum magazine on the side. He spun the barrels around and laughed a little.
“Please be careful with that thing.” Dill said from the far end of the line. The tech-officer flexed his arm and examined the small electronic device on the arm of his armor. “You scare me with that monster. “
”O.K. Who scares you more? Me or Butch?” James Hailfeild, with his mad red hair leaned out and looked at Dill with a mad smile, holding a block C4.
“You.” Dill said without a moments hesitation. “And you be really careful with that.” Dill grabbed his rifle, covered in various electronic devices and tools.
“Cut the crap guys, we need to drop soon.” jack said. “Get your gear and get over here.” Archer walked past the rest of them to a large round base. His black metallic pack had a small sniper rifle attached to it, and the hilt of a blade over his right shoulder. His custom rifle hung on his chest, with a small sleek optical scope, a inferred laser sight, and a front grip. The barrel was longer then the standard, but shorter than Williams’s.
The team grabbed the last of their equipment and walked along behind him. They took their positions around a large dome shaped object in the center of the room. As they formed around it, Jack tapped the center of it. His cybernetic implants glowed light

I liked it. You've got a lot going on there for an introduction, but I'm guessing it's one of those "pull 'em in" with a lot of action, then get to the main plot points after showing what these characters are made of. So far, I think you're doing well. You'll need more proofing and spell checking to make sure the words come out as the ones you mean. If you have a decent story to back that up it could make a fine book or short story.

Good luck with it.