Would you dare? - Sex Stories

Would you dare?

Her eyes glance above the flicker of her computer screen and beyond that of her open office door. Her every breath shallow as her gaze clocks a number of her co-workers, either sitting at their desks or milling about the main office. The soft, everyday murmur of phones and work conversation as they go about their daily grind all blissfully unaware of the ravaged pleasure building within her. Any look her way would surely construe the sweet torment that was consuming her every thought as her mind raced in a million directions. She could barely breathe, her tender body almost at the point of complete meltdown. Heart racing, she could feel the flush in her cheeks grow as she desperately tried to maintain a sense of normality. A fleeting 'hello' from a colleague nearly enough to catch her off guard. Her cheeks reddening further yet a flustered response thankfully going unnoticed, at least for now, as they disappear from sight, much to her relief. For the devil that sits on her shoulder is whispering such thoughts in her ear, she feels her resistance crumbling with each passing moment. Every rational thought in her mind tells her to stop, that she shouldn't allow herself to slip under his spell once more, not here of all places. But as much as she tells herself to stop, she knows she can't resist, feeling herself succumbing as she has many times before. A daring glance back at the screen finds another message waiting. Stormy eyes dance over the explicit words that paint vivid ...

... images in her mind. His hunger is unrelenting and she can feel his passion within each message. With a curl of the lips she types a playful response, her words in unison with his, ebbing and flowing back and forth, each fueling the flames of desire. A click of the return key sends the montage of words floating through cyber space, a flow of ones and zeros spanning vast oceans in seconds. The thought of his reaction causes her smile to grow as she eagerly glances back over the last messages. In a vain attempt to focus, she turns back to her work yet she can feel her eyes being drawn back to the flashing cursor in a mere matter of seconds, her own longing for more consuming her thoughts as she eagerly awaits a response. And then it appears. A short sentence sends a shiver down her spine, his words exquisitely constructed that with each exchange it feels as though he is standing with her, delicately peeling the clothes from her body. He knows her so well, better than any other despite having never met. He knows all her switches and how to flick each one, a skillful art of knowing when to seduce and when to tease. His play on words mesmerises, the latest message detailing where he longs to place his lips leaves her quivering with delight. She feels her mind melting, her body responding to his sinfully naughty words. Aching, the physical reaction in her body ever stronger, she craves more. His attentive words treasure her like no other. She feels her nipples pebbling beneath the lace ...