1. Not My Type


    Date: 2/14/2024, Categories: Anal Author: WannabeWordsmith 

    ... been fucked. That glow.”

“Yeah.”

“They'll all wonder.”

“Like I give a fuck. Let them wonder. They’re just jealous.”

She crosses the room, a dribbling trail of my cum rolling over the flower tattoo on her upper thigh. Hauling the door open, she flicks a look back at me and winks, then breezes out.

I glance at the desk. The long edge has a wet spot at its centre that I reach to trace. Lift and inhale. Taste.Fuck.

Circling my desk, I sit as my heart rate stabilises. Skim fingertips along the wooden edge where hers had gripped. I've honestly no idea what I'm doing, risking my doting wife and our future child on whirlwind office fucks. But I'm addicted to Zoë; to what she represents.

Maybe it'll blow itself out. Maybe she'll grow bored and seek fulfilment elsewhere. Maybe Robyn will eventually cave to my insistence and renewed hunger that we vary things in the pursuit of our relationship. When her libido returns.If it returns.

I picture bending her curvy arse over our bed edge, dropping to my knees and worshipping her ...
    ... star with my tongue before rising and tenderly taking her anal virginity. But every thought ends with Zoë’s cries for more. Her reddening behind under my relentless spanks. Her unbridled lust when I plough into her arse, and the way it makes my heart soar to yank on that blue streak and hurt her in exactly the way she needs.

Flipping up the laptop lid, I peck at the open document. Contemplate which of the relationships will crumble first. Or if I can somehow feed the best bits of what I have with Zoë into my home life. Design her out, so she can move on and hook up with someone her own age. Someone who can match her fire and give her love too, instead of just mind-blowing sex. Assuming that's what she wants.Doesn't everyone?

Professional distance has to be my only hope. My salvation. Drift away, back to being just her boss. Pray I'm strong enough to draw the line. Because I keep telling myself she's not my type, but every betraying thought of once more ploughing into her tight arse and hearing her scream tests my resolve to the limit.
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