February 3, 2026
There is a woman I work with who you just can't help but notice.
She is curvy in all the right places, her skin glows, her hair is always perfection, red and soft and sits perfectly to draw just enough attention to her breasts.
Believe me, me and the other women in the office notice. I'm sure the men do too.
She always dresses professionally, never in anything to revealing.
Last summer, it was just a skeleton staff in the office on a stat holiday. Just 5 of us, including her and myself.
It was a very non eventful day with many of us scrolling our phones just to keep from falling asleep.
I decided to go for a little walk around the office, and am I ever glad I did. As I rounded a corner, I could see a light on in the bosses office. It hadn't been on earlier, and the boss wasn't in that day. That's when I heard a delightful moan.
The blinds were down in his office window so I was able to hide behind them, and, the little gaps where the cords go provided me just enough of a view to witness one of the most exciting things I've ever seen with my own eyes.
This stunning co-worker of mine was sitting on the bosses desk with two fingers inside of her!
I could hear the squish sounds as she played with herself! And the more she did, the more turned on I got! Her panties were balled up beside her as she continued playing with herself, and all I could think about was how badly I wanted to take mine off too.
They were soaked from watching her! And then she came. She muffled the high pitched notes coming from deep within but I heard them, and I couldn't help but wonder just how incredible she must sound when she doesn't have to hold herself back!
And then, with her pussy soaked from her marathon session of self pleasure, she moved her body off the desk and lowered herself onto the bosses chair, delicately rubbing her soaked clit across the very fabric upon which he sits.
Back and forth she went. Then side to side. As she began pulling her skirt down and putting herself back together, I decided it would be smart for me to leave so as to not have her know that I saw every incredible moment! But since then I can't get it out of my mind. Is this something she has done before? Does he know she does this?
Is this a game they play together or is she getting off on him not knowing? Whatever the game is, I want to play too. I've only been with a woman once before but now, every time I walk into my bosses office, it takes everything I have to not imagine her and I sitting on his chair, making each other cum and leaving a little of ourselves there for him.
It's the oddest little fantasy, but I just can't seem to get it off of my mind.
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I am in love with John’s voice. There is a tune in his voice that makes it sound like sex music. I confess, I touch myself when he says: “on your knees”.
Could he get any sexier?
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My confession is about the night I paid a stranger to make me useless. You have spoken about men paying sex workers but I’ve ordered “Daddy gig’s” a few times.
We’d agreed on everything in advance, in careful, clinical emails. A hotel room. I arrived wired from a day of being in charge, my mind a spreadsheet. He took my phone, my watch, and finally, my sight with a fold of black silk.
The world became sound and sensation. His hands guided me to the desk, bending me over the cool, polished surface. The vulnerability was a physical shock, a sweet, hollowing ache. I was poised, exposed, utterly blind.
Then, nothing. Just the sound of his breathing, the faint heat of him standing close. The anticipation was a tighter bind than any rope. A whimper escaped me—a sound I’d never made before.
His lips brushed my ear. “This is what you needed, isn’t it?” he whispered. “To not think. To just feel.”
In that suspended darkness, I did. It wasn’t about pain, but permission. The glorious, kinky relief of handing over the reins, of being an instrument played by a knowing hand. I understood, then, the power in chosen powerlessness. The most control I ever had was the moment I freely gave it all away. I can’t wait to do it again.