Her eyes glance above the flicker of her computer screen and beyond that of her open office door. Her every breath shallow as her gaze clocks a number of her co-workers, either sitting at their desks or milling about the main office. The soft, everyday murmur of phones and work conversation as they go about their daily grind all blissfully unaware of the ravaged pleasure building within her.
Any look her way would surely construe the sweet torment that was consuming her every thought as her mind raced in a million directions. She could barely breathe, her tender body almost at the point of complete meltdown. Heart racing, she could feel the flush in her cheeks grow as she desperately tried to maintain a sense of normality. A fleeting 'hello' from a colleague nearly enough to catch her off guard. Her cheeks reddening further yet a flustered response thankfully going unnoticed, at least for now, as they disappear from sight, much to her relief.
For the devil that sits on her shoulder is whispering such thoughts in her ear, she feels her resistance crumbling with each passing moment. Every rational thought in her mind tells her to stop, that she shouldn't allow herself to slip under his spell once more, not here of all places. But as much as she tells herself to stop, she knows she can't resist, feeling herself succumbing as she has many times before.
A daring glance back at the screen finds another message waiting. Stormy eyes dance over the explicit words that paint vivid images in her mind. His hunger is unrelenting and she can feel his passion within each message. With a curl of the lips she types a playful response, her words in unison with his, ebbing and flowing back and forth, each fueling the flames of desire. A click of the return key sends the montage of words floating through cyber space, a flow of ones and zeros spanning vast oceans in seconds.
The thought of his reaction causes her smile to grow as she eagerly glances back over the last messages. In a vain attempt to focus, she turns back to her work yet she can feel her eyes being drawn back to the flashing cursor in a mere matter of seconds, her own longing for more consuming her thoughts as she eagerly awaits a response.
And then it appears. A short sentence sends a shiver down her spine, his words exquisitely constructed that with each exchange it feels as though he is standing with her, delicately peeling the clothes from her body. He knows her so well, better than any other despite having never met. He knows all her switches and how to flick each one, a skillful art of knowing when to seduce and when to tease. His play on words mesmerises, the latest message detailing where he longs to place his lips leaves her quivering with delight.
She feels her mind melting, her body responding to his sinfully naughty words. Aching, the physical reaction in her body ever stronger, she craves more. His attentive words treasure her like no other. She feels her nipples pebbling beneath the lace of her bra as another message follows, his growing hunger insatiable. Christ she can almost feel him, his hands caressing her, his mouth and lips dancing over her, his descriptions so vividly explicit. She can barely sit still, squirming against her office chair as the heat grows between her thighs.
Responding again, fingers lightly dancing over the keys she teases a response in kind to his wicked words. Her eyes re-read the latest messages, feeling herself drawn into the fantasy that forms upon her screen and plays out in her mind. Ever more stormy eyes glance back out into the office, the added danger of the location only adding to the sheer inappropriateness of the encounter.
Only he can have that effect, her rational reason lost to the dark desires that lurk within. He holds the key and she knows she will always be at his mercy, owned in a way that leaves her tingling with excitement. Shuffling loose paperwork upon her desk in a desperate attempt to maintain control of the situation, her screen once more illuminates with another message, his description causing her to gasp. A torrid of explicit words and descriptions leave her on the brink.
The angel is now cowering upon her shoulder as the deliciously wicked devil has his way with her.
Any look her way would surely construe the sweet torment that was consuming her every thought as her mind raced in a million directions. She could barely breathe, her tender body almost at the point of complete meltdown. Heart racing, she could feel the flush in her cheeks grow as she desperately tried to maintain a sense of normality. A fleeting 'hello' from a colleague nearly enough to catch her off guard. Her cheeks reddening further yet a flustered response thankfully going unnoticed, at least for now, as they disappear from sight, much to her relief.
For the devil that sits on her shoulder is whispering such thoughts in her ear, she feels her resistance crumbling with each passing moment. Every rational thought in her mind tells her to stop, that she shouldn't allow herself to slip under his spell once more, not here of all places. But as much as she tells herself to stop, she knows she can't resist, feeling herself succumbing as she has many times before.
A daring glance back at the screen finds another message waiting. Stormy eyes dance over the explicit words that paint vivid images in her mind. His hunger is unrelenting and she can feel his passion within each message. With a curl of the lips she types a playful response, her words in unison with his, ebbing and flowing back and forth, each fueling the flames of desire. A click of the return key sends the montage of words floating through cyber space, a flow of ones and zeros spanning vast oceans in seconds.
The thought of his reaction causes her smile to grow as she eagerly glances back over the last messages. In a vain attempt to focus, she turns back to her work yet she can feel her eyes being drawn back to the flashing cursor in a mere matter of seconds, her own longing for more consuming her thoughts as she eagerly awaits a response.
And then it appears. A short sentence sends a shiver down her spine, his words exquisitely constructed that with each exchange it feels as though he is standing with her, delicately peeling the clothes from her body. He knows her so well, better than any other despite having never met. He knows all her switches and how to flick each one, a skillful art of knowing when to seduce and when to tease. His play on words mesmerises, the latest message detailing where he longs to place his lips leaves her quivering with delight.
She feels her mind melting, her body responding to his sinfully naughty words. Aching, the physical reaction in her body ever stronger, she craves more. His attentive words treasure her like no other. She feels her nipples pebbling beneath the lace of her bra as another message follows, his growing hunger insatiable. Christ she can almost feel him, his hands caressing her, his mouth and lips dancing over her, his descriptions so vividly explicit. She can barely sit still, squirming against her office chair as the heat grows between her thighs.
Responding again, fingers lightly dancing over the keys she teases a response in kind to his wicked words. Her eyes re-read the latest messages, feeling herself drawn into the fantasy that forms upon her screen and plays out in her mind. Ever more stormy eyes glance back out into the office, the added danger of the location only adding to the sheer inappropriateness of the encounter.
Only he can have that effect, her rational reason lost to the dark desires that lurk within. He holds the key and she knows she will always be at his mercy, owned in a way that leaves her tingling with excitement. Shuffling loose paperwork upon her desk in a desperate attempt to maintain control of the situation, her screen once more illuminates with another message, his description causing her to gasp. A torrid of explicit words and descriptions leave her on the brink.
The angel is now cowering upon her shoulder as the deliciously wicked devil has his way with her.
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She can feel the desire between her thighs, slick and wet against the lace of her panties.
Before she can respond, another message appears. He has her at his mercy, her body beginning to tremble as he lays claim to her. Typing another response, she can feel herself become more flustered. Usually confined to the privacy of her home, their connection is always so strong. She yearns to touch herself, to trace her fingers and release the simmering pleasure that ripples through her, yet dares not for prying eyes. Crossing her legs beneath the desk she brings her thighs together and squeezes. The pleasurable pressure against her sensitive clit fuels her cravings as yet more explicit words tumble upon her screen.
The sudden shrill of her desk phone interrupts her torture, as with a deep breath she answers the call, trying to make the transition from fantasy to reality in a split second. Trying desperately to regain a sense of composure she listens to the caller, almost not daring to breathe in case of letting slip her pent up state. She frantically types a message to indicate she will be right back.
But he does not stop. She already knows he wont. Knows he enjoys her suffering and the power his words have over her. She knows that such a message will only urge him on.
Another message, more explicit than the last appears on screen, followed by another and another. Her stormy eyes fall upon each post, feeling his every word. His descriptions are evermore vivid and detailed. She can feel her resistance, as feeble as the delicate moist material of her panties, faltering. Trying desperately to act normal, hiding the near breathless need to pant and whimper she imagines him doing those explicit things to her trembling body. Panties saturated, she can feel herself so close, lost to the fantasy that he paints before her eyes.
The call ends and she places the receiver down, trembling fingers typing back to him telling him he is wickedly bad. She can smell her scent, her mind and body now his as he takes her. The impending inky abyss is so close, as she teeters and rides the waves of pleasure that flood her quivering body. She craves a release, the whirlwind seduction coming to a crescendo as she can barely focus, her heart pounding and thundering in her ear.
Right now, at this moment she knows if anyone were to enter she could not hide it anymore. Whimpers linger upon her lips as she breathes rapidly, pressing her hand between her crossed thighs and squeezing tight once more. As his words continue to fall across the screen she feels the devil now in her, deep inside her. Her cunt clenches wildly as she closes her eyes for a split second, imagining and feeling him inside her as she climaxes powerfully.
She feels the flush in her cheeks, her body a trembling, quivering mess as her orgasm consumes her. Her breathing ragged, her orgasm pulses through her, waves of intense pleasure leaving her gasping for air. Several moments pass and she is unable to concentrate on anything as she savours that most magical of feelings. Her fingertips then gingerly dance over the keyboard, trying to type a message back to him but her mind is a scrambled mess, her response is barely coherent, such is the state she is in.
With shallow breaths she tries to control her trembling body as her eyes return to the main office beyond, hoping her secret is safe. Her scent lingers in the air, her panties are soaked and saturated with her desire. She smiles a wry smile as messages are exchanged, his satisfaction evident in having his wicked but deliciously pleasurable way with her.
Shuffling upon her seat, she gradually regains a minuscule amount of composure and control. Like a naughty schoolgirl she feels her heart racing, having got away with such playful antics, her colleagues blissfully unaware. A glance at the time and the growing list of neglected work mails is enough to bring the chat to an end, at least for now, as what started as minutes has rolled into an hour and more. She has work to make up but blissfully content she types a last message back telling him how she'll feel him in her saturated panties for the rest of the day. That and a promise of wickedly delicious payback when he is next stuck in the office, a playful smile crossing her lips before she signs off with a kiss.
Before she can respond, another message appears. He has her at his mercy, her body beginning to tremble as he lays claim to her. Typing another response, she can feel herself become more flustered. Usually confined to the privacy of her home, their connection is always so strong. She yearns to touch herself, to trace her fingers and release the simmering pleasure that ripples through her, yet dares not for prying eyes. Crossing her legs beneath the desk she brings her thighs together and squeezes. The pleasurable pressure against her sensitive clit fuels her cravings as yet more explicit words tumble upon her screen.
The sudden shrill of her desk phone interrupts her torture, as with a deep breath she answers the call, trying to make the transition from fantasy to reality in a split second. Trying desperately to regain a sense of composure she listens to the caller, almost not daring to breathe in case of letting slip her pent up state. She frantically types a message to indicate she will be right back.
But he does not stop. She already knows he wont. Knows he enjoys her suffering and the power his words have over her. She knows that such a message will only urge him on.
Another message, more explicit than the last appears on screen, followed by another and another. Her stormy eyes fall upon each post, feeling his every word. His descriptions are evermore vivid and detailed. She can feel her resistance, as feeble as the delicate moist material of her panties, faltering. Trying desperately to act normal, hiding the near breathless need to pant and whimper she imagines him doing those explicit things to her trembling body. Panties saturated, she can feel herself so close, lost to the fantasy that he paints before her eyes.
The call ends and she places the receiver down, trembling fingers typing back to him telling him he is wickedly bad. She can smell her scent, her mind and body now his as he takes her. The impending inky abyss is so close, as she teeters and rides the waves of pleasure that flood her quivering body. She craves a release, the whirlwind seduction coming to a crescendo as she can barely focus, her heart pounding and thundering in her ear.
Right now, at this moment she knows if anyone were to enter she could not hide it anymore. Whimpers linger upon her lips as she breathes rapidly, pressing her hand between her crossed thighs and squeezing tight once more. As his words continue to fall across the screen she feels the devil now in her, deep inside her. Her cunt clenches wildly as she closes her eyes for a split second, imagining and feeling him inside her as she climaxes powerfully.
She feels the flush in her cheeks, her body a trembling, quivering mess as her orgasm consumes her. Her breathing ragged, her orgasm pulses through her, waves of intense pleasure leaving her gasping for air. Several moments pass and she is unable to concentrate on anything as she savours that most magical of feelings. Her fingertips then gingerly dance over the keyboard, trying to type a message back to him but her mind is a scrambled mess, her response is barely coherent, such is the state she is in.
With shallow breaths she tries to control her trembling body as her eyes return to the main office beyond, hoping her secret is safe. Her scent lingers in the air, her panties are soaked and saturated with her desire. She smiles a wry smile as messages are exchanged, his satisfaction evident in having his wicked but deliciously pleasurable way with her.
Shuffling upon her seat, she gradually regains a minuscule amount of composure and control. Like a naughty schoolgirl she feels her heart racing, having got away with such playful antics, her colleagues blissfully unaware. A glance at the time and the growing list of neglected work mails is enough to bring the chat to an end, at least for now, as what started as minutes has rolled into an hour and more. She has work to make up but blissfully content she types a last message back telling him how she'll feel him in her saturated panties for the rest of the day. That and a promise of wickedly delicious payback when he is next stuck in the office, a playful smile crossing her lips before she signs off with a kiss.
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