What would you do if what you dreaded most became your unyielding coveted desire?
We kiss and all I can think about is him taking me right here right now! It's like he was reading my mind. He grabs my ass with both hands before he grabs the top of m...
Robing for work, vivid gifs of yesterday's entanglements sail through my overzealous mind. Tranquility by the pool, sunbeams tinting our exposed skin, submerging in the translucent glistening reservoir to cool our heated flesh and of course the inevitable act of fornication.
Relishing the crisp chlorine against our burning skin, an inflamed kiss led to the unmistakable multiple orgasms he extracted from my yearning body and his seismic orgasms unloading within my cavern. The buoyancy of our consummating bodies caused ripples to wave against the poolside evoking erotic lapping sounds with each blissful thrust, etching each rapturous moment in my mind taking up permanent residence.
The totality of his residence has been graced with our longing physiques and echoes of sheer pleasure in every nook and cranny. A delectable chill forms goosebumps to coat my flesh, ravaging my entire physique. Under no circumstances will I view his furnishings without pink dusting my cheeks.
A Cheshire grin lacing my face; I peer in the mirror before my departure. Appareled in my grey form fitted dress, a pointed collar reaches my shoulders with a cross between a Queen Ann and square neckline accompanied by three quarter sleeves cuffed at an angle, cinched to accentuate my waist line, snugging my amble hips and voluptuous thighs, ending just below the knee.
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Satisfied with my appearance, I'm off to work with a ridiculous smile draped across my face unable to stop my lips from uncurling. Cheeks in delightful pain from the consistent action of smiling at our behavior or the mere memories of it.
Arriving at the coffee shop, I spot Amanda, drowning in customers but I steal a moment to inquire about her search. I want her to understand, I regard her with care; that she's not abandoned, she can rely on me to confide in or moral support ... I'm at her disposal for whatever she needs.
Recoiling, timid, almost hopeless, she insists she doesn't desire to give up. I'm unsure who she was trying to convince, me or herself. Either way, I reiterate I'm here for her as long as she permits me to be. She grants me with a soft smile before she scurries back to the impatient, awaiting, grumpy patrons huffing about their orders.
Getting to my office I proceed by Sharon who of course, doesn't even greet me but, kill them with kindness. Strolling by her desk, I plaster my fake smile and say good morning raising my carryout teacup. Watching as she rolls her eyes eliciting a giggle as I enter my office.
To my amazement, an exquisite bouquet of red long stem roses with one white rose in the middle, graces my desk. The edges of my lips curl to their highest height, cheeks on full display. I've never received flowers before, butterflies erupt in my chest. Hustling to my desk in sheer merriment, I plant my face in the roses, inhaling the fragrant scent motivating my eyes to flutter shut.
Peeling my eye lids apart, a note is placed in front of the lavish display reading, "In a world of beauty. You are the only one that captures my ... attention. ;-)"
