The hot, frothy water surrounding me is only arousing me more as I lie back in the bath, trying to get a hold of myself. It’s been one of those days, where just everything set me off, but especially him. Of all my strange crushes, the new guy in the archives department is the weirdest.
Brown, pinstripe suit and thick, black glasses. Unruly black hair curling into his collar. Big hands. Like, really big hands. Heavy hands. Hairy. Long, chunky fingers.
And short. He’s really short. At least six inches shorter than me! It could be his posh accent, his string of degrees and obvious intellect. However, it’s really that he’s built like a rhino. Clearly, he’s hiding a bodybuilder beneath the crappy suit. I’ve also been wondering how big is he in the trouser department? In my head his cock is thick, and long, and a dusky pink.
There’s nothing I need more than hot, hard sex at the end of a busy day, yet I’ve been let down. My husband is working late this evening. Again. He messaged earlier with many emojis, letting me know just how sorry.
How could he do this to me? Today of all days! When I’m horny as hell.
Even the photocopier made me shiver today. That blast of heat it emits when its output is high, which it was today, as I printed out several copies of our annual sales report for the board tomorrow.
Stress and needing lots of sex seem to go hand in hand for me. Which isn’t fair. Especially seeing as though my husband is working on a major project himself at the moment, preparing a new architectural pitch for some billionaire. I know his work is important to him, just as much as mine at the auction room is important to me, but doesn’t he know, I’m in dire need of dick?
That photocopier—its warm breath like his whenever he’s between my legs, blowing on my pussy, his green eyes staring before he ever even takes that first lick. And just the thought of that one time when I was working late and he turned up unannounced and we photocopied each other until well after midnight. When we finally got tired, we came home and decorated the house with our artwork.
Even my rather mundane letter knife had me sweating today. He once removed a pair of my panties with his cutlass-shaped opener, which he keeps on his desk at home. And today, well, I know it was very naughty of me, but I sat at my desk for most of it commando. Legs...
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