His words always send electric waves from my stomach to my inner thighs. He can ruin a good pair of underwear any day, any time. I crave his touch, his passion, his hot breath on my neck. Mysterious man. Never met him. It’s all been online and yet my body weakens to his desires. Maybe because he speaks to my own wolf. Almost animalistic without restrain type of passion. I want him. I want him so bad. I want him to kiss me pinned up to the wall. Taking off all my clothes. Turning me over, spreading my legs apart, getting on his knees . Taking a moment to caress my ass before opening up my cheeks to lick my tight asshole. Smaking my ass every time my knees go weak. Licking his fingers and forcing two in , while I scream from both pain and pleasure. Pumping hard and fast without mercy. Stopping only to lick my overflowing juices.
” hey” he says. Nothing special. Nothing suave. Just a simple “hey” and I already know what he wants, and I want to give it to him. Im at work, I have to focus. My coworker Laura comes up to me, talking about a case tomorrow. *buzz* *buzz* I know its him again and I cant help but tune Laura out. I nod politely and say something along the lines that I will get it ready. I excuse myself and pretend to look for supplies in the backroom. I check my messages . Its him.
” I want to see you play with yourself ”
He texted.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/i1munf/cybernetic_freedom_part_1
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