I’m so desperate for you.
My pussy is always wet, making it difficult for me to concentrate on my work, and it’s only gotten harder to focus since I’ve been working from home. For relief, I take breaks to rub my clit or hump whatever I’m sitting on. Sometimes when I’m really desperate but don’t have the time to do anything about it, I’ll get on all fours, arch my back, and pretend your cock’s behind me and you’re about to press in. I only have the time to do this for a few minutes, but the fantasy does help.
Though I try not to, I always end up thinking about you. How hard you get, how thick you are, and then I’m right back to where I started; humping my chair and rubbing my clit as I try to distract myself from how empty I am. You’re busy right now and have your phone off, but I wish I could call you and have you talk me through my orgasm. It’ll end exactly how it always ends; me, almost on the verge of tears as I beg for your cock.