Wanton desire

Today he was busy, not even having time to stop and chat, a little flirty look every once and a while. I was walking to the ladies when he called my name; before I turned round I could smell his aftershave it was enough to make all my senses tingle my body shivered. My nipples became hard without even touching them, i felt them pressing against their lace cage they so eagerly wanted to escape from. He asked me how I was and that I looked a little tired he was genuinely concerned, it surprised me a bit, but id explained I hadn’t slept due to the bad weather keeping me awake.

I longed to tell him how it was also because I had ****** myself while fantasizing wishing it was him entering me from behind and blowing my mind with his **** deep inside my aching *****, that’s what had kept me from my dreams. I began to blush at the mental images I had rushing around in my mind, it made me feel quite weak. Feeling a little unsteady, I stumble a little. Seeing this he said are you sure you’re ok, come with me you need to sit down, I didn’t even object I just went he took me to my office, and sat me down, giving me a drink, pushing the cup to my lips, “drink” he said, oh my heart quickened and my ***** began to pulse, very masterful I thought, not wanting to disappoint I drank, I was like putty in his strong hands.