What Bianca Left Between My Legs at the Office
When she slipped her hand under my desk, I knew that morning wasn’t going to solve a single incident. I could only think of her and what she had just left me.
When she slipped her hand under my desk, I knew that morning wasn’t going to solve a single incident. I could only think of her and what she had just left me.
I came home at six in the morning with her perfume clinging to my body and my ass still red. My wife was waiting, smiling, suspecting nothing.
In front of the mirror, with the dim light and the music low, I discovered that the best company that night was my own: my hands, my vibrator, and a desire that kept growing.
I lowered the blinds, turned off my phone, and for once I stopped thinking about what was right. I just followed what my body had wanted for weeks.
I saw her legs cross the stage and knew I wouldn’t make it through the whole day. Desire carried me to the last bathroom stall, alone with my own need.
I stripped off because of the heat, closed my eyes, and suddenly there she was, in black lace lingerie, straddling me in my empty bed.
I imagine a woman like me: same soft skin, same mouth. We caress each other slowly until there’s no turning back and I finally live out what I’ve dreamed of alone for so many nights.
I came home from the hospital on the verge of collapse and found them both in bed. I didn’t want to sleep: I wanted to feel alive, and that night I decided what would change our family forever.
They had known each other since adolescence and desired each other in silence. When both married men who let them be free, they stopped hiding.
She always sat in the back, untouchable, until a kiss on the cheek cracked her armor. I never imagined the most reserved girl in class would end up trembling in my arms.