I fell ill with a bug, or it may have been food poisoning the other day. Obviously, I had no energy to think about sex, but only after I’d slept off the illness did sexual thoughts invade my mind. My fingers crept over my naked body, and I brushed my thighs. Mmm I fantasised my lover’s tongue stimulating me there, and juices gushed out leaving a wet patch on my sheets.
I teased myself for over half an hour, allowing the sexual thoughts to overpower me. Whatever I had ignited in myself fell through to Tuesday when where was no point in trying to continue rewriting my erotica with my mind fully focused on an orgasm. I had a cheeky play (this was only about 11.00 pm), and then me and my lover got kinky when he arrived at work in the good old US. I had a second much more powerful orgasm.
The only thing that pisses me off. Obviously, he’s at work, but he’s his own boss. His colleagues work around him, but he tells me he rubs himself constantly. He asks me to make him want to rush off to the toilets to jerk off, but apparently he’s always horny for me. I send him an image of me sat on his desk completely naked, my legs spread, and I’m rubbing myself frantically. I sit on his half clothed body, tie his hands behind back on his office chair, and fuck him gently until he’s begging me to cum. By this time, I’d come, and he rushes off to a meeting, apparently with a massive hard-on. Hmm when I’ve got sex on the brain there is nothing else I can concentrate on. Perhaps that’s why I was such a shit minute taker in my old admin job!
