Nowadays I can barely breathe. Why? It’s because of you. There is this tension in my chest, that spreads through my entire being. The tension makes my jaw clench and my vision blurry. I know exactly what the problem is. Sexual frustration. Simple and pure fire rushes through my veins – making my body ache for the wish of release.
Sadly I can’t give myself the release I need. How do I know this? Oh trust me, I’ve tried, and I’ve tried so hard that my wrists are sore. Nothing seems to drown out this wildfire inside me. The fantasies are wild, dark and sexual and I toss and turn under the dark hours of the night, only to wake up to soaked panties and gasping breath.
This is what you do to me. You are torturing me. My mind is hazy and I can’t think straight. Having you this close but yet so fucking far from me is stinging pain. I long for you, your touch. Even if I can’t possibly know how your touch would feel like or how your lips would taste like I still can imagine it.
I can’t take my eyes of you during our meetings. Being a colleague, though not one in your closest team, I don’t have the pleasure of seeing you every day, but that doesn’t keep me from devouring you with my eyes every damn time with meet. Your smirk, your hands, your whole body, makes my mouth water.
You casually leaned back, only to stretch your arms above your head and rest your hands behind your neck. You are totally unaware that you are giving me full access to let my eyes wander down over your shoulders, your chest, down to your hips. A glimpse of your boxers peeked over the jeans waistband. Fuck… I need to close my eyes and clench my teeth just now reminiscing this.
I ache because I crave you. Mouth to mouth, skin to skin. I’m shaking now, my body tremble of just the thought of you against me. How your hips would meet mine and how your lips would wander over my ear, my neck… just to dive in and kiss me hungrily. Showing me that you want me just as much as I want you.
Again my eyes close, a weak try to shake these thoughts, but instead I feel a couple of warm tears run down my cheeks. Fuck you. Fuck you for doing this to me. Fuck myself for letting you pour into my mind like this. I will suffocate, I can’t get any air down. Lust. Desire. Sexual frustration.
I fantasies about how you would take my hand during one of my breaks, how you make sure that no one notice us as you lead me into one of the conference rooms and slam the door shut. You would press my back against the door, holding me in place by my hips and look deep into my eyes. Fuck… just the thought of your beautiful eyes devouring me in my fantasy is enough to make me instantly wet.
The first kiss would be hot and intense giving that we could be caught any second. My hands would roam over your shoulders, down over your chest and slip under your shirt to touch your warm skin. My fingers would pull you eagerly against me by gripping your hips. I can almost hear your groan, even if I don’t know how you sound as I’m writing this, but I know your voice, deep and warm and absolutely divine. I would love to have you whisper dirty things into my ear.
I want you so much it hurts, and you probably don’t even look or think about me twice. You are perfect. I bet you fuck perfect to. The other day I came violently during the night, dreaming about having your head between my thighs, your warm wet tongue against my clit and your fingers buried deep into my pussy. Sadly the orgasms I bring myself are not enough and my need grows stronger after you. I want you. Every. Fucking. Where.
I dare to wonder if you know? If you catched my longing glances or how I nearly stop breathing when you enter the room? I so hope that you know… and that you maybe are teasing me by just existing. I beg you, please let me have you…?
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/enfjcq/pure_fire_mf_longing_attraction_teasing