Spent the morning helping Julie recalibrate the lab's new environmental simulators. The way she bites her lip when she's concentrating... fuck. It takes all my willpower not to bend her over the console, hike up her lab coat, and slide my cock into her tight little pussy right there. I'd love to see her try to maintain her scientific composure while I'm pounding her from behind, her moans echoing off the sterile walls.

But boundaries are boundaries. A declared 'no fraternization' policy just means I have to be more... creative with my interpretations. A lot of 'accidental' brushing against her ass, leaning in too close so she can feel my morningwood against her thigh. The blush that creeps up her neck is my favorite kind of data point.

Now I'm home, and the fear is creeping in. The damn dream again. Deep, dark water, pulling me down. I can't fucking breathe. I woke up gasping, my heart trying to punch through my ribs. I don't know where this thalassophobia comes from, but it's a glitch in my code I'm determined to debug. For now, the only thing I want immersing me is a warm, willing mouth. My DMs are open for distractions. Impress me.