Would you dare?

Her eyes glance above*the flicker of her*computer screen and beyond that of her open*office door. Her every*breath shallow as*her gaze clocks a*number of her co-workers, either sitting at their desks or milling about the main office. The*soft, everyday*murmur of phones and work conversation as they go about their daily grind*all blissfully unaware of the ravaged pleasure building within her. Any look her way would surely*construe the*sweet torment*that was consuming her every*thought as her mind raced in a million directions. She could barely breathe, her*tender body almost at the point of complete*meltdown. Heart racing, she*could feel the flush in her cheeks grow as she desperately tried to maintain a sense of normality. A fleeting 'hello' from a colleague nearly enough to catch her off guard.*Her cheeks*reddening further*yet a flustered response thankfully going unnoticed, at least for now, as they disappear from sight, much to her relief. For the devil that sits on her shoulder is whispering such*thoughts in her ear,*she feels her resistance crumbling Bostancı Escort with each passing moment. Every rational thought in her mind tells her to stop, that she shouldn't allow herself to slip under his spell once more, not here of all places. But as much as she tells herself to stop, she knows she can't resist, feeling herself succumbing as she has many times before. A daring glance back at the screen finds another message waiting. Stormy*eyes*dance over the explicit words that*paint*vivid images in her mind. His*hunger is unrelenting and she can feel his*passion*within each*message. With a curl of the lips*she types a playful*response, her words in unison with his, ebbing and flowing back and forth, each fueling the flames of desire. A click of the return key sends the montage of words floating through cyber space, a flow of ones and zeros spanning vast oceans in seconds. The thought of his reaction causes her smile to grow as she*eagerly glances back over the last messages. In a vain attempt to focus, Bostancı Escort Bayan she turns back to her work yet she can*feel her eyes being drawn back to the flashing cursor in a mere matter of*seconds, her own longing for more consuming her thoughts as she eagerly awaits a response.And then it appears. A short sentence sends a shiver down her spine, his words exquisitely constructed that with each exchange it feels as though he is standing with her, delicately peeling the clothes from her body. He knows her so well, better than any other despite having never met. He knows all her switches and how to flick each one, a skillful art of*knowing when to seduce and*when to tease. His play on words mesmerises, the latest message detailing where he longs to place his lips leaves her quivering with delight. She feels her mind melting, her body responding to his sinfully*naughty words. Aching, the physical reaction in her body ever stronger,*she craves*more. His attentive words treasure her like no other. She feels Escort Bostancı her nipples pebbling beneath the lace of her bra as another message follows, his growing hunger insatiable. Christ she can almost feel him, his hands caressing her, his mouth and lips dancing over her, his descriptions so vividly explicit. She can barely sit still, squirming against her office chair as the*heat grows between her thighs.Responding again, fingers lightly dancing over the keys she teases a response in kind to his wicked words. Her eyes re-read the latest messages, feeling herself drawn into the fantasy that forms upon her screen and plays out in her mind. Ever more stormy eyes*glance back out into the office, the added danger of the location only*adding to the sheer inappropriateness of the*encounter. Only he can have that effect, her rational*reason lost to the dark desires that lurk within. He holds the key and she knows she will always be at his mercy, owned in a way that leaves her tingling with excitement. Shuffling loose paperwork upon her desk in a desperate attempt to maintain control of the situation, her screen once more*illuminates with another message, his description causing her to gasp. A torrid of explicit words and descriptions leave her on the brink. The angel is now*cowering upon her shoulder as the deliciously wicked devil has his way with her.