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#something about listening to him read really gets me#i jus..close my eyes and imagine as he speaks..#ahhhh#and the way he speaks…#it’s too much.. too good
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Okay but why is it kinda attractive when he swears
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perhaps having sex in the middle of a forest would fix me
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“Do you want someone else to hear you?”
My boss had invited me out for a celebratory dinner due to the fact that I had recently sealed a deal with some very important buyers. I was ecstatic, to say the least, so I obliged. I mean, who doesn’t want a fancy all-expense paid dinner?
I arrived a few minutes early only to find he was already there, waiting for me. Before I could even greet the man, I noticed his gaze. Eyeing me carefully, as to not miss even the smallest detail. It must’ve clicked that I realized, as he greeted me as soon as our eyes met.
He invited me in, beckoning me close like a wolf taunting its prey. As soon as I was close enough, I was led to a booth, tucked away in a more secluded part of the restaurant. I was sandwiched snuggly between the wall and his body.
“You look nice.”
He spoke briefly, glancing at my form once again before directing his eyes elsewhere. I thanked him and we began to talk about the deal that brought us here. He leaned forward, interested in what I had to say, even placing his palm over my thigh. Friendly enough, right? Nope.
Everything was fine at first, we talked until the waiter came for our orders. He got “the usual” presumably coming here often. Then it was my turn to speak. I parted my lips to speak, only to utter out a whine. His hand gripped my thigh harshly.
The waiter was obviously taken aback, looking at me with uncertainty. I quickly finished my original intention of ordering, trying to pretend that nothing happened. This prompted the worker to hurry off as soon as it was written, probably uncomfortable and confused.
“It would be in your best interest to quiet down, princess. Do you want someone else to hear you?”
That was the last of my worries as deft fingers slid up my thigh, teasing the sensitive skin. I had worn a skirt to dinner, rooky mistake. I knew as soon as he had drug his eyes over my bare legs I was in for the worst.
My legs quivered and jerked with sensitivity, his fingers driving my senses crazy. Next thing I knew he had slid his hand over my heat, pressing chapped lips to my ear.
“Wet already?”
The words were smug, the man’s breath practically burning my skin as he spoke. I tried pressing my legs together in a futile attempt to still his moments which then caused the older to drag his palm down my thigh, gripping the back of my knee to pull my leg over his.
My legs were pinned open, helpless. His fingertips feather over the sensitive area as they made their way back up, causing me to squirm. This time the man opted for a different approach, hiding his hand underneath my panties.
I audibly gasped, sounding far too lewd for my liking which only fueled his movements. His fingers expertly slid between my drooling heat, getting them wet before pressing two into me. My trembling hands flocked to his arm, gripping his sleeve firmly as my knuckles turned white from the hold, I had on him.
His digits, long and thin stretched me out skillfully, twisting and turning in scissoring motions. I quietly expelled a moan from parted lips before pressing my face against his shoulder to try and keep my noises to a minimum.
He was loving this. I could hear it in the way he spoke, praising my “pretty noises” and how well I was taking his fingers. I was writhing, my chest rising and falling harshly as I struggled to keep myself composed as his finger curled in into the sensitive spot within me. I couldn’t hold on much longer, the coil of nerves within me tightening.
Just then, he pulled his fingers out and removed any physical contact between us, even ripping his arm away from my grasp almost seeming like my touch had burned him. A whine bubbled up in my throat, threatening to escape, disappointed from the loss of touch.
The waiter brought our food almost instantly after.
Ah.
We ate in smug and flustered silence. I shot him shy glances which he returned, not daring to break eye contact when our eyes met.
“We should have dessert at my place.”
#public teasing#this is probably bad but i felt like writing#also probs a bunch of errors aha#smut#boss x employee#fem x male#boss x reader#i haven't wrote in so long
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Some words to use when writing things:
winking
clenching
pulsing
fluttering
contracting
twitching
sucking
quivering
pulsating
throbbing
beating
thumping
thudding
pounding
humming
palpitate
vibrate
grinding
crushing
hammering
lashing
knocking
driving
thrusting
pushing
force
injecting
filling
dilate
stretching
lingering
expanding
bouncing
reaming
elongate
enlarge
unfolding
yielding
sternly
firmly
tightly
harshly
thoroughly
consistently
precision
accuracy
carefully
demanding
strictly
restriction
meticulously
scrupulously
rigorously
rim
edge
lip
circle
band
encircling
enclosing
surrounding
piercing
curl
lock
twist
coil
spiral
whorl
dip
wet
soak
madly
wildly
noisily
rowdily
rambunctiously
decadent
degenerate
immoral
indulgent
accept
take
invite
nook
indentation
niche
depression
indent
depress
delay
tossing
writhing
flailing
squirming
rolling
wriggling
wiggling
thrashing
struggling
grappling
striving
straining
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Why do I say man so much on this blog
Man this
Man that
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sex line operator: oh yeah baby, i’m taking off my cloths. my clothe is coming off.
me: hmm.. ok…
sex line operator: yeah baby youre so hard, i can tell youre getting turned on
me: i never said that. youre godmodding. im hanging up
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