I’m currently loving on memories from my last office romance, so here’s another story for you all. My work husband Chase had become my fuck buddy a few weeks prior, and my life was feeling amazing. We would spend a decent portion of our days sending dirty texts while sitting a mere 100 feet apart, passing flirty glances to each other in the hallway, and sometimes the occasional teasing touch if we were alone in a room together. But for the most part, we kept our distance from each other and maintained a respectable level of professionalism…except for the days I’d wear a toy around the office anyway. I’m generally submissive and let him set the tone in the office, and he’s a quiet guy who really doesn’t try to bring attention to himself.
I liked our dirty little secret, especially since more often than not our days would end at his apartment with me pressed into his mattress, or straddling him on the couch, or bent over his kitchen counter as we let loose on each other. Outside of work, Chase was far more animated and passionate, but still dominated me with a quiet and respectful resolve. It was a fucking hot dynamic that brought me to my knees on a regular basis and enjoying a steady amount of orgasms.