I don’t know you well, but I might want to. You’re clearly gorgeous and I’ve never been one to “reach” in my love life. I don’t consider myself pretty, so I rely on my assets: humor, intelligent conversation, and a pretty great ass. Laughter and brains turn me on, and so I’m attracted to you. I see you watching me and I wonder how long I’ll be able to imagine you taking me before I make it happen. I’m no stranger to flirting, and I’m always aware of my body, so I know you know what I’m thinking.
I spin around the corner, having just eyeball-fucked you thoroughly. My heart is racing as I slam my back and shoulders against the wall and lift my foot to stabilize my body against the wall. My hands slide down, palms slick with perspiration, and my eyes close. I’m smiling, slightly out of breath. I don’t usually react this way, but the thrill of checking you out so completely without your knowledge is exhilarating. I open my eyes abruptly at the sound of fast approaching footsteps and turn my head just in time to see you rounding the corner. You stop in your tracks and grin at me, advancing on me with speed as I stare in surprise.
This is where I open my eyes in reality and find myself biting the inside of my lip at my desk. I was so close, I could almost feel your hands grasping at my upper arms, your lips about to devour mine in a hungry kiss, and I shiver. The pulse on my heartbeat between my legs is a warm reminder of how much I enjoy these daydreams. I focus on taking deep breaths and losing the flush in my face as work seeps back in. I shift in my seat and grin, happily waiting for the next break in activity to think of you again.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/3nq9tm/a_stimulating_daydream_f