Hi Reddit. I've started publishing my books on amazon, and I figured MORE OPINIONS! So here's an excerpt from my new story, The Game. Hope it makes ya tinglie!
Act I It’s Monday morning, and I’m already hungry for cock. It’s only been two days since I exposed my ass to the world, let someone finger me in on the subway, and bent over my couch for a stranger. Remembering my hasty decisions has kept me wet and distracted all morning, but I’ve planned ahead for this. I’m wearing a shorter-than-professional skirt so I can finger myself at my desk. I’m nervous about being caught, though, and I know I won’t be able to get off like this.
It’s going to be a long day. I’m going to have to come up with a plan. Meanwhile, I stare at my computer in despair. My boring professional blouse chafes around my neck, feeling decidedly un-sexy, even though my breasts strain against the tight fabric. My pussy burns against my already wet thong. How am I going to survive this day? My mouse hand opens an email, but my other hand creeps up under my business woman’s skirt. I run a finger up and down the narrow strip of lace, making myself tremble. I can feel my pussy lips swelling around the increasingly uncomfortable garment.
I furtively look around to make sure I’m still alone. I’m surrounded on three sides by grey cubicle walls, but my right side is open to Paul’s cubicle. I scooch my chair further under my desk and continue stroking myself. My cheeks burn as I think about him seeing me. Can he see me? I don’t think so. He’s staring at his computer like it has something interesting on it – so he’s obviously not doing work. Besides, even if he does look over here, all he could see is me slumped at my desk. He can’t see how my legs are spread, or how my finger is circling around my clit. Is it the thought of my recent escapades that excites me so much? Is it the thought of getting myself off, right here where Paul could look over and figure out what I’m doing? My whole body heats up and my head swims. I am oh-so-sensitive, and each slow stroke of my finger transfixes me. But rubbing myself under my skirt while sitting up at my desk is so awkward. I can’t touch myself the way I need to be touched.
This is a problem, because my pussy is aching for stimulation. Every touch, even of my own fingertip over my thong, makes me twitch and pant. I know it’s been too long since I’ve had a cock inside me. Sure, it’s only been two days…but it’s been a long, agonizing two days. I need to find another man and get him to fuck me. I need to tease and torture him until he can think of nothing besides fucking me. I look right to make sure that Paul is still playing his game, or whatever. And here he is, leaning back in his chair and staring straight at me. The look on his face tells me he must have been able to see, or at least guess, more than I thought. I panic and quickly look away, reflexively pulling my hand away from its illicit activities. I cross my legs and feel my wetness seep around my thong and stick to my thighs. Sitting up straight to stare business-like at my computer, I hope that Paul will pretend nothing ever happened. It only takes a moment for me to laugh at myself and re-evaluate my knee-jerk reaction. With quick, sly glances, I assess my target. I’m not a fan of the office-casual look, so I’ve never given Paul a fair up-down before. His shaggy brown hair gives him an appealingly roguish look, and the subtle outline of his body underneath the accursed kakis and abhorred button-up shirt tells me that I could enjoy getting my hands all over him. He’s gone back to gazing at his screen…but is that a hint of a smile?
Without further deliberations, I make my decision. I roll my chair back noisily to signal the beginning of my performance, and he glances at me out of the corner of his eye. I swivel my chair so that I’m turned towards him, and wink playfully. He rewards me with a grin. The game is on.
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