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…


I’ve been waiting for you…

It’s been too long.  Your scent overwhelms me, quickly followed by your hands trying to touch me everywhere at once.  Your kisses set me on fire.  Clothes won’t come off fast enough.  We try to make it across the room but I stop and pull you to the floor.  I free you from your jeans at the same time you realize I’m naked under my dress.  We both sigh as you sink into me.  I’ve been waiting for you…

Just relax…

You lean closer, catching my lips with your kiss.  Our tongues mimic the motion of our hips.  Water spills over the sides of the hot tub as you slide back into me.  I’m trying to hold us both steady while your hands roam over me, teasing, adding to the heat.  More bubbles splash to the deck with each thrust.   You reach for my hands, pulling them above my head, and push as deep as you can go…




You’ve been gone so long

Too long without the sound of your voice, the touch of your skin, the taste of your lips

I need a distraction to keep the ache at bay

Something to keep me from replaying your last message just to have you in my ear

I’ve sat on my hands more than once, wishing you were close enough to touch

To run my fingers through your hair, pull you close enough to catch your lips with mine

I need to feel your breath on my skin, your body heat, the weight of you above me

I need to feed this addiction

Come back soon…

Pardon me…

“…I think I dropped something.”

I push against your hip so you turn toward me, leaning back against the counter.  My lips find the spot on your chest right in front of me and work their way down.  You’re hard by the time I wrap my hands around you…

One Touch

One touch makes you smile, one makes you shiver

One touch lights the fire, one strokes it higher

One touch burns the flesh, one soothes the ache

One touch leads you to the edge, one takes you over

One touch calms the burn, one lights the flame  again


Desk Jockey

“Hold calls for the next hour, please.”

“Yes, sir.”

I smile as I hear the door close behind your secretary.  She had no idea why your voice trembled.   Or that I was under your desk.  Or the way my teeth grazed the head of your cock just before you spoke.

You slowly roll your chair back, leading me out like a dog with a bone.  Once free from the narrow space under your desk I push your legs open for better access.  I don’t have to look at your face to know your toes are curling inside your wingtips.

You’re almost ready to pop when I slowly ease back and stand up.  I lean back onto the edge of your desk and prop a spiked heel on each arm of your big leather chair.  My legs open wide as you roll back toward me.

Once you’re close enough you lower your lips and taste.  Your moan is as fevered as mine.  I let you lick and suck until my eyes cross before I drag you out of your chair and guide your cock inside me.

“Approach the bench, Counselor.”