Just finished a 10pm conference call with the East Coast team. My office is so quiet now, just the hum of my laptop and the sound of my own breathing. It’s in this silence that the ache is loudest. I can feel my pussy throbbing, a dull, persistent heat that my crossed legs can’t soothe. My mind keeps rewinding to this afternoon—a completely innocent moment in the break room where you were leaning over the printer. The way your shirt strained across your back, the hint of sweat on your neck… I had to bite my lip so hard to stop myself from just walking over and pressing my body against yours. Imagining what it would feel like to have your hands slide under my skirt right here at my desk, to have you bend me over this ergonomic chair and fuck me until my moans echoed in the empty halls. The risk is insane. The reward is all I can think about. My cunt is literally wet just typing this. God, I’m so tired of being this polite, packaged version of myself.