Office

She only wanted to ask an awkward question; that same night, she ended up in my bed, determined to discover what she could feel.

We got into the car laughing on Friday, but when she locked the doors, I realized the game was serious—and we were no longer in charge.

I accepted a beer with a coworker and ended up trembling in a hotel bed, soaked and begging him not to stop sucking my tits.

I stayed hidden in the kitchenette listening to their voices, and when she walked in and saw my bulge, I knew there was no way out.

Every message on the screen brought her closer to me, until she summoned me to the third-floor bathroom and I knew there was no going back.

There were too few of us at the office, far too horny, with a dangerous Friday tradition. That morning, nobody was going to leave dressed.

He entered the office defeated, and I only wanted to comfort him; I never imagined he'd end up on his knees between my legs.

I went there to ask for help, but when I saw the way he looked at me in that office, I knew the conversation could end somewhere far more dangerous.

I accepted his dinner invitation out of necessity, but when he parked in the darkness, I knew he didn’t want to touch me—he wanted to watch me lose my inhibitions.

Every night I listened to her moan with other men; when she finally looked at me differently in the hallway, I knew I would be next.

While she kissed him in our kitchen, I pretended to be normal with a hard cock and the certainty that night would change everything.

I invited him home to explain my absences, but what he found in the living room changed the way he looked at me at the office.

I went into his office to hug him, but when he closed the door and looked me up and down, I knew I wouldn’t leave the same way I came in.

Two WhatsApp messages were enough to make my skin prickle. Come to work clean, one said. And I don’t mean from the shower.

He grabbed my hand at reception, said I owed him something, and before I could think, I was kissing him against the bathroom door.

What began as an absurd game between boss and subordinate changed when she saw me naked and smiled—and I knew I was no longer in charge.

I humiliated her in the elevator over something I never should have known, and the next day I learned that my job and my body no longer entirely belonged to me.

After two years without touching her, I had her beside me on the plane, trembling, asking my forgiveness and looking at me as if I were still her man.

I went in to inspect the materials and ended up with my skirt raised, my mouth full of him, and my legs trembling against a dusty table.

When I saw Daniel serving coffee with that calm smile, I remembered exactly why I had sworn never to seek him out again.