Lunch Break

I’m at work when I hear your ringtone. You know I can’t play now. What are you up to? I have to wait until my break to check your message.

Oh, Goddess. You are a bad, bad man. My mouth goes dry as I listen. Every breathy word tells me what you want to do to me and what you’re doing at the thought of it. If only my break were long enough to call you back…

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Work it, work it…

I circle the bed slowly, watching you watch me.  I stop at the corner closest to the door.  Just stand there, letting you wonder what’s under my trench coat.

You try to pull your hands free but I was a good girl scout.  My knots are as tight as everything else.

I untie the belt of my coat… undo the few buttons… lick my lips…

The lacy edge of black thigh high stockings draw your gaze as I slowly pull open the trench coat.  You’re at attention by the time your eyes are trying to undo the snaps of my lace bra.

“Take a good look… It’s all you get tonight.”

You try to protest but the ball gag is strapped on tight as well. I step close enough to trail my hand down your body, just a little tease.  Muscles jump in response.

“Like I said, you have to trust me.”

I feel your gaze on me as I walk away…