The naughty but necessary office romp

“I’m not the type of woman who uses her sexuality to get ahead. I resent women like that, actually. But a few years ago, I took a job at a firm working for a man I was impossibly attracted to. He wasn’t especially tall or handsome or all that fit, but he exuded this—the only fitting word is magical, no spellbinding—energy. Every time we passed each other in the hallway, the sexual tension was unbelievable. A volcano of near euphoric erotic energy would erupt inside me whenever we made eye contact. Deep down I knew I couldn’t possibly be alone in feeling this way, but months went by and we maintained a purely professional relationship.

It was on my one year anniversary at the company that I looked up from my desk to see him standing in the doorway. It was 8 o’clock, so everyone else had already left for the day. He didn’t have to say a word as he closed the door behind him and walked towards me, loosening his tie. I stood and untucked my blouse, reassuring him silently that I was game. When we finally embraced for the first time, that volcano burst inside and seconds later I was pressed against the wall and his dick was deep inside me. We fucked, mostly clothed, like rabid animals, and we climaxed simultaneously. It was one of those things that had to happen.”