[F4M] You swore you didn’t want to continue our affair, so why’re you knocking at my door?
You shouldn’t be here. You shouldn’t be standing at the entrance to the building my penthouse is in, a bouquet of hastily chosen flowers in one hand, a bottle of my favorite wine in the other, and your heart in your throat, desperately hoping I’d buzz you in.
After I had graduated early from Harvard University with a Masters in Business Administration I was assigned to you by my father, your best friend and fellow co-founder, to be the newest member of your team to learn the in’s and out’s on running the company and to prepare me to take over leadership of the company after my father’s planned retirement in a decade.
We had initiated our affair almost a year ago, when I had accompanied you on a business trip to Tokyo to watch as the most effective executive in the company closed a hostile takeover of a smaller company. Afterwards, having gotten suitably drunk and in a celebratory mood, we had slept together in a raucous night of passionate sex. Awakening the next day we both agreed that what we had done had been a mistake fueled by alcohol and curiosity, and we both swore we would never do this again. That stayed true all of 24 hours when we slept together again the following night before we returned home.
For the following year we struggled to control our urges for each other, trying to mitigate the amount of time we spent alone and avoiding each other as much as possible as we could despite being a highly effective duo. You didn’t want to risk your marriage and family, let alone your position in the company, and I didn’t want any obnoxious man to discover I wasn’t entirely a lesbian and would actually sleep with a man if I liked him enough.
As we tried to ignore our urges for each other, and delude ourselves into thinking we’d never do it again, tensions and friction started to rise between us until last month we had a large fight that everyone in the office could hear. We both insulted each other and called the other a coward and the fight ultimately ended with me leaving the office and putting in for a month’s time off to cool off and separate myself from you.
Now here you are, standing in the rain hoping I’ll let you in to my apartment late in the night, realizing just how much you miss and crave me.
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Hello! As my post (hopefully clearly) shows I am hoping to do a semi-romantic and passionate scene between a late middle-aged married man and the CEO’s daughter, with both of them realizing that, while they won’t blow up their lives to publicly be together, they do desperately want each other.
If you’re at all interested shoot me a message with your kinks & limits!