Straddle


We had a meeting this week, he and I. Plus a few others who only served as an annoying distraction. I found myself struggling not to stare. At his lips. His hands. His torso.

He was in a state of delirious distraction – allowing me more time to sneak surreptitious glances in his direction. He’s had a challenging few months, the entire time I’ve known him really. It seems unfathomable that our time together has been so brief. Thoughts of him intrude my waking hours, making our time together seem endless.

His composure amidst all that work has thrown at him is admirable, and brings out an oddly erotic response in me. I want to wrap my arms around him, and lean his head against my breast. And there, of course, is where my desire to comfort ends, and more selfish desires begin.

Rarely have I fantasized about sex at work – yet with him the two concepts are inextricable. Images of late night meetings in his office…a longing glance…leading to a less-than-innocent massage…resulting in me kneeling before him and sucking away all of his cares.

Most of my infatuations are fleeting – gone and incomprehensible when remembered later. But this one is driving me to distraction. His exquisite body seems to beg to be worshiped and adored, and I am more than willing to do so.

I want to hike up my skirt and straddle him in his desk chair. To lick his neck and nibble on his earlobe as I unbutton his shirt. To rake my nails down his chest and feel his growing erection pressing up against the flimsy silk of my moistening panties. To feel his hands run up against my thighs, under my skirt and slip in between my legs. Forcing me to stand up and remove my underwear – unzipping his pants, releasing his hard upright cock to play with as I choose.

I want to stare into his eyes as I position myself over him. To see that moment of pleasure as I lower myself – my hot wet cunt squeezing his cock and riding it hard. His hands gripping my hips and ass for balance as I thrust up and down. Relentless and taking exactly what I want from him.

Surely lusting after him for this long deserves some sort of reward – and nothing less than this selfish carnal rape will do for me.

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14 thoughts on “Straddle

  1. Aurore says:

    Very hot darling! Makes me want a crush! 😉

  2. Kimberly says:

    Oh my God. Yes. I too have a delightful work fantasy…and spend far too much time during the day imagining similar scenarios. This was beautifully fucking hot.

  3. P. says:

    Wow, that was an excellent post. I'm glad I don't have a meeting this afternoon. I'd probably be stuck sitting there for a while till everyone left. 😉

  4. I was with you right up until that last line — "selfish carnal rape". Woman, don't you know that you can't "rape" the willing, even enthusiastic victim? 🙂 For surely that's exactly what he would be, when confronted with a Duchess straddling him in his desk chair. I envy the guy. :P– PB

  5. Topaz says:

    Wow, you and Aurore, your posts are just driven with passion, and I just wish I could recapture that feeling! You're making me want to do very naughty things!

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