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I Win

Resistance is futile.

By Amanda LyonsPublished 6 years ago 3 min read
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Photo by Rodolfo Clix from Pexels

I keep fantasizing about your hands gripping my thighs. Your hot breath on my ear. The indentation of your thick fingers on my thigh meat. The shadow your fingertips cast is as infinite as my desire. How your skin resists as I bite it through my pain. Your grip tightens as you push into me, the shadow of desire growing deeper. It’s slow and tentative at first, but it gets easier as I get wetter from arousal. Your breathing gets deeper while I hold mine as long as I can before gasping.

I don’t know your size but you feel big, so big I think I’m tearing. I’m sure it’s because this is my first time. I can’t really feel anything for the pain but there is a feeling of physical exhilaration from the new experience. I gasp loudly as you push deeper. Clearly you’ve gotten tired of taking it easy on me as your pace quickens. I moan and gasp louder but you're quick to cover my mouth with your rough hand. I nip your fingers lightly which rewards me with a grin and an extra surge of pleasure from you.

There are those familiar indentations, only on my cheeks this time as your grip on my mouth tightens. I’m embarrassed at having gasped that loudly since there are people just outside your office. It makes me giggle as I trail my fingers down from your broad shoulders to your abs where I grip your black shirt and pull you toward me while my eyes bore into yours. You give me a questioning glance but all I can do is look into your wild eyes and whimper.

You caress my back as your other hand creeps to the small of my back pulling me toward you. I shut my eyes tightly from the pain and burning but the deeper you ventured the more the pain began to ebb away filling me with a warm tingling sensation. You were still fully clothed so the only skin I could feel was from your hands and neck, which was warm and tense.

I jerked my head free from your iron grasp and rested my cheek on your shoulder while moving my hands to grip your biceps. I gazed at my discarded pants on the floor of your office while feeling your muscles. For an older man, you had a decent body.

I felt a familiar pleasure rising, but it was still far away. Suddenly you gripped my face again and smashed your lips on mine. I squirmed away and averted my face. You didn’t seem to mind.

The feeling started to build, to ebb and flow. The more I tried to concentrate on it, the more elusive it became. It was different than pleasuring myself. Having you here, being able to touch you like this finally, knowing that you're making me feel this way, and knowing that I was making you this aroused was so much better. All these thoughts added to my pleasure and I could feel it rising steadily and acutely.

This little game we played at work had finally gone to the next level. I gasp. I smile into your neck having finally pushed you over the edge enough to act. I trail my wet lips up to your earlobe. I lick it, bite it, and tickle your ear with the tip of my tongue. As I rear back I blow gently into your ear. I feel you shiver violently and gasp as you pound into me uncontrollably, reaching orgasm at my bidding. I rip the dress shirt off your shoulder, sending buttons flying, and bite into you nearly drawing blood as I come violently, breathing rapidly.

I’ve conquered you. A small smirk spreads across my coquettish mouth as I hear a knock at your locked door.

I win.

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About the Creator

Amanda Lyons

Eclectic stream of consciousness and dark surrealism. What photography does for life I do for thought, emotions, and experiences. The genres can range from romance to horror but my favorite is suspense.

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