The light fantastic

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Day dreams while at work.

My colleague chatting beside me, long black hair and slender body. She speaks softly, quietly, and I wonder, what her favourite sexual positions might be. Is she a screamer? Or a squealer? Is she as gentle as she is at work or a wild freak between the sheets.

7pm in the office, empty except for a few. And I wonder, if I was to sneak my hand down, below my skirt and touch myself, would it excite me more? Security cameras about, and I stare at them. Would the security guard ever look at his screen and notice anything? Below the desk my hand went, below my skirt and silently it moved. No apologies. This is what I want.
 
Day dreams while at work.

My colleague chatting beside me, long black hair and slender body. She speaks softly, quietly, and I wonder, what her favourite sexual positions might be. Is she a screamer? Or a squealer? Is she as gentle as she is at work or a wild freak between the sheets.

7pm in the office, empty except for a few. And I wonder, if I was to sneak my hand down, below my skirt and touch myself, would it excite me more? Security cameras about, and I stare at them. Would the security guard ever look at his screen and notice anything? Below the desk my hand went, below my skirt and silently it moved. No apologies. This is what I want.

Mmmm, yes, would he notice? And if he did would his hand move to his pants seeing you up to something so naughty at work? Even if he doesn’t look just the fact that he could be is turn on enough, reach down and give yourself a little rub...
 
Mmmm, yes, would he notice? And if he did would his hand move to his pants seeing you up to something so naughty at work? Even if he doesn’t look just the fact that he could be is turn on enough, reach down and give yourself a little rub...

Mmmm, the thought of possibly being watched can be a huge turn on. Slide your finger along your moist opening.
 
Mmmm, yes, would he notice? And if he did would his hand move to his pants seeing you up to something so naughty at work? Even if he doesn’t look just the fact that he could be is turn on enough, reach down and give yourself a little rub...

The simple joys of life.
 
Mmmm, the thought of possibly being watched can be a huge turn on. Slide your finger along your moist opening.

Is it for the pay-off of a small thrill, or simply because the urge strikes, and the opportunity exists? Or a combination of both...
 
Is it for the pay-off of a small thrill, or simply because the urge strikes, and the opportunity exists? Or a combination of both...

Probably a combination of both. But I wouldn't call it a small thrill. Knowing or strongly suspecting that someone is watching and probably getting aroused by what is going on is hugely exciting. My girlfriend and I both have the same reaction to this. Just last weekend we both suspected that another woman was watching us as we engaged in various sexual acts. Since then we have incorporated talking about it in our lovemaking.
 
Day dreams while at work.

My colleague chatting beside me, long black hair and slender body. She speaks softly, quietly, and I wonder, what her favourite sexual positions might be. Is she a screamer? Or a squealer? Is she as gentle as she is at work or a wild freak between the sheets.

7pm in the office, empty except for a few. And I wonder, if I was to sneak my hand down, below my skirt and touch myself, would it excite me more? Security cameras about, and I stare at them. Would the security guard ever look at his screen and notice anything? Below the desk my hand went, below my skirt and silently it moved. No apologies. This is what I want.

I like how you think. I often wonder what some of my female associates are like in bed. Most do not talk about it but every once in awhile I am shocked by what one of them will tell me. The shy technician who barely can look me in the eye one day asks me if I like anal sex!!! What? I figured she never HAD anal but she went on to describe in great detail how much she loves it and how hard she comes!! So I do wonder what kind of sex people like which is why I get on here!
 
I like how you think. I often wonder what some of my female associates are like in bed. Most do not talk about it but every once in awhile I am shocked by what one of them will tell me. The shy technician who barely can look me in the eye one day asks me if I like anal sex!!! What? I figured she never HAD anal but she went on to describe in great detail how much she loves it and how hard she comes!! So I do wonder what kind of sex people like which is why I get on here!

I like how your mind works. Ditto for the reason why I'm here, at least its one of the reasons. How fascinating it would be to understand the intrinsic motivations of the human mind.
 
Midnight snack

I stir, pitch black and I can feel his breath on me. Warmth followed by coolness, the lingering of sensations. In a state of threashold consciousness I find his head between my legs. His hair tingles my skin. I push on his shoulder and nothing budges. I try to protest about the hour of the day/night yet no words come out. I can feel his chuckle. And as I drift in and out of my slumber, the licking and lapping continues. Dreamlike, what a wonderful bliss.
 
Day dream continues

The glass is cold to the touch and my nipples harden, poking through my silk blouse. My hands pinned above my head, skirt hiked up and your knee between my legs. I can see the street light beneath me, pressed against the floor to ceiling window of your office. Your whispers send my body into overdrive and you know it. You tell me how naughty I have been, you tell me how you'd punish me, edge me until I beg for release and you tell me, that all these, will be on display for all on the street to see, if they shall look up. And you tell me you know I'd love it, although I'll never admit it. I look at you as I shake my head and you smile your all knowing smile, and you said "prove me wrong".
 
The glass is cold to the touch and my nipples harden, poking through my silk blouse. My hands pinned above my head, skirt hiked up and your knee between my legs. I can see the street light beneath me, pressed against the floor to ceiling window of your office. Your whispers send my body into overdrive and you know it. You tell me how naughty I have been, you tell me how you'd punish me, edge me until I beg for release and you tell me, that all these, will be on display for all on the street to see, if they shall look up. And you tell me you know I'd love it, although I'll never admit it. I look at you as I shake my head and you smile your all knowing smile, and you said "prove me wrong".

awesome. I know your are wet as you stand against the window, your shaved clean smoothness available for anyone to see. hm, a couple approaches....
 
Probably a combination of both. But I wouldn't call it a small thrill. Knowing or strongly suspecting that someone is watching and probably getting aroused by what is going on is hugely exciting. My girlfriend and I both have the same reaction to this. Just last weekend we both suspected that another woman was watching us as we engaged in various sexual acts. Since then we have incorporated talking about it in our lovemaking.

How long does the thrill last I wonder? Is it as thrilling as the very first time when you do it again? At what point would the law of diminishing returns kick in? I wonder if you would get bolder and bolder?
 
Love reading your fantasies dear!

So descriptive, I can see myself peeking round the corner as your hand slips inside your pencil skirt, or even better, I have a view of you and the city as I look out that window.....


Thank you for sharing
 
Love reading your fantasies dear!

So descriptive, I can see myself peeking round the corner as your hand slips inside your pencil skirt, or even better, I have a view of you and the city as I look out that window.....


Thank you for sharing

And hats off to you good sir. I do like a nice chest.
 
Watch and be watched

"Open your eyes" you said.

I opened my eyes and I saw. Her long hair a mess, her face flushed. Her nipples hard in the cool air and her breasts rose and fell, in sync with his thrusting. One of his hand tangled in her hair, holding her head up, pulling her head back, the other hand down below, where their body joint. And his finger, pressed onto her exposed clit, making her mewl.

I closed my eyes and moaned. A sharp yank to my hair and your stern voice in my ear again, "I said open your eyes. Make me say it again and you know the punishments".

And so I did. I watched, and be watched, you and I in the mirror.
 
Far too long

Far too long I have slumbered, then I remembered, what it was like.
Strong hands gripping my waist, your grunts at my ear. I breathe you in, I can taste you in the air. Tingling along my thighs, soon running through my body like a current and I cry out. Far too long have I waited for this, I bury my face into the sheets below, my arms crumbling beneath me. Your lips on my shoulder, your teeth on my shoulder.
"Make me yours" I cry out. And you did.
 
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