You bring back memories when you text me…
Flushed cheeks at the office, tension in the air. How I loved it… It’s been years since we worked together, and still… The way my heart races when you end your text referring to me as ‘beautiful’. I don’t think you have any idea what kind of effect you have on me.
You know, I still fantasize about you sometimes. How you would kiss me, pushing me against my office door, holding me tight. How you would claim me on my desk, whispering in my ear how you’ve imagined how my pussy would feel around your cock. That you jerk off with me on your mind.
What I would give to just go back in time and be bolder, show my interest in you. But the act of flirting was never my strong suit. I usually end up saying the wrong things, regretting it all later.
So, my fantasies… They never get boring with you. And maybe in the future, when we meet again, I’ll be the one to push you against the wall and claim you.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/phxt94/the_one_that_got_away_ramble_of_thoughts_f