Am I the shy girl at work? The girl who always sits back and observe her colleagues rather than diving into the discussions. Who always dress in the least obscene clothes even if it’s at the office christmas party. The girl who always blush at the jokes about sex and who doesn’t share anything private. Who you always catch looking at you with those wide innocent eyes, even if it’s in the crowded lunchroom. The girl who you find extremely attractive giving she’s the shy one. Who you so desperately want in your bed, making her yours…
Or maybe I’m the girl with bright colored headphones at the gym, who always starts her workout at the treadmill. And when she moves over to the barbells you definitely look. Letting your eyes rest on that gorgeous ass in those seamless dark grey tights when she makes her first squat. Your thoughts run wild imagining how you push me down over one of the benches just to pull my tights and panties down to lick my sweet…
Or maybe I’m the girl who sit across from you at the local café, totally unaware of your fascination of me. How I slowly lick the cream of my spoon with deep pleasure. Are you shaking, thinking about my tongue licking over your hard throbbing instead? Can you see me on my knees, eager to give you what you want…
Or maybe I’m the girl who comes into the library every evening, where also you spend a couple of weeknights. You watch me as I rummage around the section of romance novels, picking a couple of them with me. You move after me, pretending to look for a certain book. You watch me as I curl up on one of the couches in the back, unaware of your lust for me. How I flip through the books only to find the pages of hot steamy sex which makes me bite my lower lip. And you watch me lick my lips with desire and you imagine how you push me down onto my back on the couch and rip my clothes of…
Or maybe I’m one of your students? The quiet girl who always so eager to be the best in your class. Who always comes in first and always leaves last with a long longing glance over her shoulder. Who you imagine bent over your desk. Her legs spread just a tiny bit, standing on her toes in her navy blue converse so that her hips rest over the edge on the hard dark wood. Are you biting your lower lip now… just so you don’t cry out in pleasure imagining this? How you let your hands roam over her naked thighs up under her skirt…
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