Red Confession: Office Fever – When Forbidden Desire Consumes Everything

Late April heat clings to the office windows. Everyone gone. Just us in his cramped workspace, project files forgotten. My black skirt rides up crossed thighs. White tee hugs curves, lace bra whispers through cleavage. Gold chain sways toward swollen breasts. His light jeans strain over strong legs. Black tee clings to tanned chest. Short hair I crave to grip. That perfume hits like a drug when he leans close.

Eyes lock. Mine betray hunger. His? Dark promise. ‘What are you thinking?’ Voice low, teasing. Heart hammers. Cheeks burn. Smile escapes. He grabs my hand. I freeze, pulse wild. No retreat. Face inches near. Lips brush neck. Hot, wet kisses trail fire. Tender bites. Strong hands grip waist, slide to thighs under skirt. Skin scorches.

The Irresistible Pull

‘Too much?’ Breath ragged. ‘No. More.’ Attention floods me hotter. ‘Meeting room. Safer.’ Lights flick off. Dark sanctuary. Stores shut, oval table looms like an altar. Shadows swallow us.

Bodies crash. My palms claim his ass, firm under jeans. Fingers dive under tee. Hot skin. His breath scalds my neck. Tongues clash, savage. Heart thuds like war drums. Hands roam thighs, knead breasts through lace. I palm his cock through denim. Thick, rigid. Urgency claws.

Tee rips off. Bra taunts. He yanks cups down. Nipples peak, aching. Mouth devours them. Suck hard. I gasp, arch. On table edge, legs splay. Fingers shove lace aside. Plunge into slick heat. Two digits thrust, curl. Pure fire. I fumble his jeans. Boxer yields massive shaft. Shaved smooth. Grip pulses it. ‘Sit.’ Kneel. Tongue laps head. Suck deep. Balls heavy in palm. He groans, tweaks tits. Cock reddens, throbs.

He surges. Lays me back. Legs wide. Thick head nudges folds. Pushes in. Stretches walls like never before. Slow grind. Fills every void. Thrusts build. Lips bruise in kiss. Sweat slicks us.

Echoes of Ecstasy

Flip. Doggy over table. Hands vise hips. Slams deep. Ass smacks thighs. Balls slap clit. Breasts swing. Pressure coils. Explodes. Body seizes. Scream rips free. Mind blanks. Waves devour.

Still quaking, I seize his cock. Guide to ass. ‘Sure?’ Eyes burn. ‘Yes. First time. Gentle.’ Trust absolute. Spit slicks. Head presses. Burns, stretches. Inch by inch. Gasp. Full. Slow rocks. Builds to frenzy. Tight grip milks him. He tenses. Buries deep. Pulses hot seed.

Collapses. Arms wrap. Neck kisses soothe. ‘You ok?’ Skin still flames. ‘Perfect. You?’ ‘Good. Guilty.’ Understanding nods. Culpability lurks.

Dress hasty. Fabric chafes sensitive flesh. Part with ‘see tomorrow.’ Car seat cradles trembling body. Mind reels. Fantasy flesh-made. Heart races replay. More burns inside. Fantasies demand life. Yes. Burn again.