What is it about the forbidden that makes it so desirable? I wanted you. For months I wanted you. But you worked for me. I was your boss. It was forbidden. And yet, the desire was insatiable. It started with flirtatious messages. You would blush and look away every time our eyes met. When you sent me the first nude image I was immediately engulfed by a fiery passion to have you. I memorized every curve of your body in that picture. Your nipples so pink. So deliciously enticing. Your body displayed as a sculptured fantasy. An inspiration for artists. A fantasy for those who seek pleasure and beauty. I wanted you. But would I ever have you?
Our conversation grew. My desire intensified. I had to have you. To have control over you in a way I’d always wanted and imagined.
You were wearing a black and white blouse with form-fitting black pants. Your ass always looked amazing in those pants. All day, I was aroused by your beauty. Then the opportunity came. The office closed. Everyone left. Except for you and I.