i sit here at work. everyone is gone, and i am alone again. the guy in the next cubicle. i notice him. he wants me. i know he does, but he's married. i have his pen. he likes to chew on it. i have it in my pussy now. i want him in me instead.

i put it back on his desk. when he chews on it next time, he'll be tasting me.

his wife is fat. he has a nice body and i see him hard sometimes when he stands. if i had his phone number i'd send him pictures of me to make him hard. if he were here now, i blow him. i want to feel his cock in my mouth and cum shooting. i would swallow if he wanted me to.

my tits are not as big as hers, but my body is firm and my ass is tight. i know when i see him stand and his cock is hard that he was thinking of me. sometimes i crawl under my desk to get a pencil i dropped. he gets a good view.

he could have me. all he has to do is ask, or just bend me over the desk at lunch. everyone is gone. we'd be alone.

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by Anonymous on Aug 9, 2013 at 1:48 PM

Your confession was so eroticaly written i could almost hear you purring seductively in my ear, I could imagine you tapping your nails gently on your desk as you look at this guy in mild frustration like a cat twitching it's tail, I love the idea of using his pen in that way erotic and slightly kinky, I could even envisage you crawling under your desk showing him the soft curves of your ass clad in your tight office pants, If that guy would not take your seductive bait then he needs treatment, Have you thought about writing erotica for a living? i think you should and i think you would do it very well, Thankyou for sharing your velvet lined thoughts i thouroghly enjoyed them and would love to see more of them.

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by Anonymous on Aug 9, 2013 at 2:22 PM

thank you... you quelled my frustrations a bit with appreciation.

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by Anonymous on Aug 9, 2013 at 4:00 PM

You are very welcome, And i am glad that i have quelled your frustrations even just a little bit, It is a pity i cant quench them by exploring the curves of your body and the soft musk of those secret hollows, And tasting the tangy saltiness of your sweat beaded skin rolling like little beads of oil on wet skin to be captured by the flicker of my tongue, Or would that only frustrate you further?, Whatever it did i will always keep a weather eye out for any future posts that you may make and i hope there will be more to tantalise me and capture my imagination, As i realy could read them all night.

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