I went to the office without underwear.

My body seems to react strangle when I go a day without cumming. My mind tightens and goes liquid, rippling with every deep breath. I feel hot and flushed, as if a thunderstorm were brewing in my rib cage. Humid and heavy. Steam emanates off my soul. Energy sizzles and crackles through my muscles and bones.

Every other thought is dangerously laced with desire. My heart thuds against my chest at the slightest inclination of arousal. My mind spins.

When I woke up this morning, horny beyond measure, I made the conscious decision to not wear underwear today. A cotton shirt, a purple sweater, and dark leggings that hugged my form. It was supposed to rain today (outside, not just in my head), and if my shirt got wet, it would be see-through.

On the train ride, I eyed every person I found attractive. Guy or girl, I looked into their faces and pictured wrapping myself around their bodies like ivy on trees. Or like a kitten pouncing on someone they want to lick and nuzzle. Sitting on the cold seats, only a thin cloth between my butt and the surface, I wondered if I would visibly start steaming. I wanted to sit on someone’s lap and feel their warmth.

Where are the strangers who hang out in stations with signs offering free hugs?

Lust does not mix well with an introvert’s already chaotic mind. I felt like an atom waiting to be split, a sky waiting to burst into a downpour, or a corked geyser that needed to erupt this very second or else the earth would crumble.

By the time I arrived at the office, my mind was lathered into a bubbly sea of want. I could feel my pussy’s needs in every step I took. My skin tingled of secret spring-time desires. I smiled and murmured ‘good morning’ to my coworkers, the majority of whom are middle-aged married men. And I’m always catching them checking me out. Even now. Their glances to breasts (no bra, so the puppies are free to bounce), the way their eyes flit over my hips, and their lasting staring as I walked in front of them.

They’ll even place their hands on my back sometimes, lean in close, and ask if I wanted any coffee or tea from the break room. And I’ll want their hands to slide lower, their faces closer, especially today. My hair was wet and silky, bouncing with every step. Can you smell the lavender shampoo and conditioner? My skin was pristine; make me filthy. I must be overflowing with pheromones. Surely, they must sense something.

Wicked fantasies slithered through my mind as I pulled my sweater off and sat down. My desk was at the center of the open office, and I as I glanced at all the men around me, the thoughts spun out of control.

*Unbutton your shirt. Pull down your leggings. Sit on your ass, naked and flushed, in the center of the office. Let your pale skin be a beacon of lust. Become the beating heart of the building.*

*Better yet? Grab a dildo and attach it to your seat. Ride it while you work and take calls. While your coworkers watch your ass go up and down until they can’t restrain themselves.*

*Endless hands will find your breasts. They’ll pat your head. Good little slut; don’t stop riding that dildo.*

*Fingers will slip into your mouth. Suck on them. Let them caress your face and run their palms all over your cheeks. They’ll grab fistfuls of your hair. You belong to them. They can do with you as you please.*

*Feel their hands close around your throat like a collar. Feel the fingers that pinch your nipples and pull on your breast before letting go, making your chest jiggle.*

*They’re leaving bruises on your pale skin, marks you’ll see later when you bathe, marks you’ll wish went even deeper. They’ll trace your ribs, counting them with long kisses. Tease your belly button and go lower. Spreading your thighs to watch your pussy desperately clinging to that big fat dildo. They’ll grab your pubic hairs, a rich little forest of dark curls, and pull.*

*You won’t even be able to cry out. The hands firmly around your throat. The fingers in your mouth. They’ll choke the life out of you; they’ll squeeze out every last drop of that good Asian girl you pretend to be. Your face is red and hot, and they want more. You want more.*

*Get off your seat. Climb onto the desk on all fours. Their rough fingers feel so good against your trembling pussy. Spread your ass for them. Invite them to feast on your flesh. Let them see into the cavernous depths of your desires. Let them drown you as they drown within you.*

I shuddered violently when my boss, who happens to be my stepdad, placed his hand on my shoulder and bid me good morning.

“Are you okay?” he asked, placing his palm on my forehead. “You’re looking flushed. Fever? Allergies? Can I get you something?”

I reached for my sweater, barely daring to breathe. “I think I’m just feeling a bit cold.”

He glanced out the window at the grey sky, clouds thick with the promise of a storm. “Alright. I’ll turn up the thermostat a little. If you’re feeling sick, honey, let me know, okay?”

“Thanks, dad.”

The others around me smiled as well. I nodded, blushing, and logged into my computer. Why were they so nice to me? Would they treat me the same if they could see the thoughts bouncing and spreading through my mind like wildfire?

*One day, you will come to work in a nightgown. All these men will tear the flimsy cloth to shreds and claim your petite body with their greedy hands.*

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