Of course, I turn up on my own, hoping, but our paths never cross. Porn As the air conditioning grinds to a halt, leaving the office in total silence, I am forced to hold my breath until it hurt. “Oh fuck, yes!” She exhales, perhaps subconsciously picking up on my telepathy, the unmistakable scent of female excitement wafting beneath the desk to tease my sense of smell. I have to keep sitting all day to hide the hard-on that she gives me when I look at her. “Now imagine that hard young cock ramming deep into your slutty snatch!”
Pete’s breathlessness suggests that he too is busy eagerly pleasuring himself too. I sit totally still and find myself caught in a hybrid of emotions, jealous of the confirmation she has a lover, probably her husband, yet at the same time turned on by her salacious words and my perception of what she is doing to herself, just a touching distance away. Oh how I long to climb all the way under the desk, to spring up and kiss and lick her inner thighs, to nuzzle at the skin, sink my
