All work and No Play makes you a sad boy

I miss working with you. I miss making you laugh. I miss all the jokes and the fun times. I miss the way you smell. I miss the deep, husky sound of your voice. I miss sharing a smoke with you. It always felt so personal. You’d have a few drags before heading back inside, handing me the almost full one.

I can’t really tell you when I started wanting you. I remember the flirting and the side eyes. I was at work one morning when I saw you pull up. My heart started racing. I couldn’t figure it out. Then I saw you, walking down the hall. My stomach dropped. I felt it then. That raw need. Desire. I wanted you. I have wanted you for months now.

I want to know what those big hands feel like on my skin. I want to know what your mouth tastes like. I bet its smoky and sweet. I want to know what your chest feels like under my hands as I rub it. I wonder, what does your neck taste like if I were to kiss and nibble it?

You are a big guy. You tower over me when we stand side by side, and I’m not a short woman. You have big hands, with large thick fingers. Is your cock as big as you are? I bet it is. I’ve checked out your bulge.

I have so many fantasies. I want to go into your office and just drop to my knees and give you the best head of your life. I want to take that big cock of yours in my hands and make it hard under my touch. I want to take you in my mouth, sucking and licking you from head to balls. I want to glance up at you when you are in my mouth. I want to see that look of desire on your face.

I remember standing on a chair in your office, writting on your whiteboard. I wanted you to come over to me, run those big fingers over my lower back. I wanted you to unclip my pack, undo my belt and push your fingers under the waistband of my jeans. I wanted you to find my pussy, and find it dripping wet. You’d run your fingers over my clit, making me almost buckle at the knees. You’d be standing behind me, so I would lean back, opening up my legs so you could have better access to my body. All I could focus on would be the sound of your breathing in my ear as you bit down on my shoulder as your fingers worked their magic on me and inside of me. The hand not in my pants would work its way under my shirt and into my bra. Lightly pinching and massaging my nipple.

I want you to throw everything off your desk and push me down on it. I want you to pull my jeans down, so just my ass is out. I want you to pull your already hard cock out, and fuck me hard and fast. You would have one hand with a fistful of my hair and the other covering my mouth so everyone else in the building didn’t know you were fucking some much younger girl in your office.

I want to take you home and fuck you in my bed. I want you to fuck me until I can’t walk straight. I want your mouth on me. I want your hands on me. I want you to bite me, to leave marks on the soft skin of my breasts. I want those big hands of yours to leave red marks on my ass.

I feel like this attraction is mutual. I have seen you watching me. I know you check out my ass as I bend over to pick up the door stop. I have seen you look away when I give it an extra little shake. You were always telling me how much you liked my hair. That you liked my curls. And my dimples. I’ve seen you try to sneak peaks down my shirt when you’re hovering around my desk. You follow me into the break room when I go to warm up my breakfast. The tension is so thick between us. I just want to reach out and touch you. You tugged my hair a few times. Once lightly, just enough for me to feel it. Another time, you pulled it hard enough to make me gasp. I think you know what you were doing to me.

I wonder if some of the jokes you make are really jokes. The innuendo. I mean, some of was pretty obvious. I always thought that you were just harmlessly flirting. But now that I haven’t seen you in awhile, I wonder if there was more. I wonder if you wanted me as much as I wanted you. But we just never could find the right time and place to actually connect.

I want you just once. I want to know you in the most carnal way. I want to know I fucked you. Just once. I want you to pat my ass as you get dressed. I want you to tell me that I am an amazing fuck. I want you to make me feel dirty and used. And then, I never want to see you again. I don’t work with you any more. It would be so easy. One afternoon. An hour. A few hours. Thats it. I hope maybe one day I have the lady balls to give this to you. And maybe you’ll come to me. You know where I’m at. You know where I live. I’m waiting for you.

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/8h4svv/all_work_and_no_play_makes_you_a_sad_boy