Work-Life Balance

You wanted to experience what I can do to you?

I couldn’t help but smirk a little when you first asked. On the phones at work, those brief moments when you managed to prise the details of my sexual appetite from my lips. Perhaps it was the tone, maybe the choice of words, maybe even the way I looked you deep in the eyes as I spoke, but something sparked that fire, that longing. The curiosity kept getting the better of you, asking how I did it to the other girls, where you could watch it, what kinds of toys I used and how I used them. Work was never the suitable place to answer in detail, but I gave you just enough to keep your imagination alight. Finally, once I thought your curiosity had run its course, after such silence on the topic, you asked the question that caused that smile, which you still think of now. How I pictured you teasing and pleasuring yourself to the content I had led you to, wanting to allow you to explore your desires to the fullest. Though I never expected the words to drift from your alluring lips.

“Would you do that to me? Even just once?”

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Just for a moment, I want to be so close, close enough to almost feel what you feel, to sense the desire and anticipation, the longing. Just knowing how it’s going to feel in that exact same place, the sensations that will stem from right here.

Right now, at the height of eroticism, there is no you or I. There is simply just a single entity of pleasure. To freeze this moment indefinitely, if only it weren’t so unbearable to hold. 

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Does feeling that length within your palm make you that little wetter? Feeling it pulse to your touch. You can imagine how it would feel sliding right where these fingers are. I can feel how it turns you on as well to know that it doesn’t stop even when you try to push that hand away. Letting you know that
when this pulsing, swollen cock replaces those fingers, there won’t be any way to hold it back.

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There is nothing I love more than eating you out, feasting on that tender delicacy of your sex. To me, it is better than penetration, an intensity that can not be matched, to have your most sensitive little area entirely at my mercy.

How I can control every aspect of what you feel, the tightening of your thighs and the shuddering of your hips letting me know precisely what you are feeling. An act that is solely about pleasuring you, entirely about giving your body what it desires most.

The most erotic action there is – to have my mouth parting your pussy lips, my tongue exploring your wetness, almost able to feel your pussy melt around my maw. There are many terms for it; to go down on you, to eat you out, to perform cunnilingus, oral sex, yet nothing quite captures what I always want to do to you. Your moans and screams simply say it best. 

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The hardness and the softness, that delicious friction, a slippery wet sensation of pure sexual delight. How the anticipation gives way to unstoppable urges, the way the pulsating heat invites and intoxicates. Every tremble and shudder, every pulse and twitch, feeling how deep he’ll be within her, feeling how softly she’ll wrap around him. The pleasure resonates deeper and deeper, thrusting and churning within, and that is before he is even inside her.

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Feeling the sensitive parts you want the most, the differences that will very soon unite you so intensely. The softness and the hardness, the firmness and the wetness. Feeling the same pulsing desire that the other can feel just the same. It’s these moments before which linger on your mind most afterwards. The more you explore, the more you want to be explored.

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