37 [M4F] Fuck it, I’m desperate
I've been chained to my desk since the sun came up. Back-to-back meetings, emails stacking like a goddamn Jenga tower, and small talk that's been anything but. My mind's been a fucking whirlwind, too. Started with a flash of my coworker in that tight skirt, and it's just... spiraled from there.
I'm finally home now, and I'm fucking desperate. I've been stripped down to my boxers for hours, cock tenting the fabric, leaking into it. It's throbbing, aching for release. I've edged myself twice already, but it's not enough. I want more. I need more.
I need a woman. I need her voice in my ear, her words painting filthy pictures in my mind. I want to know what she'd do if she walked in right now, found me like this. Where she'd put her mouth first. How she'd tease me. If she'd make me beg before she finally wraps her hand around me and gives me what I've been craving all day.
I'm so fucking hard, it's almost painful. There's a bead of precum sitting on my tip, and I can't help but smear it with my thumb. Every touch sends a jolt straight through me, makes my hips buck like they know exactly what they want. And fuck, do I want it.
I don't care if you're new to this. I don't care if you're shy. If you're curious, if you're turned on just reading this, slide into my DMs. Talk to me. Be filthy. Be sweet. Be whatever you want — just help me finish what this fucking day started.
My door's open. Come say hi. Let's make this night a whole lot more interesting. Start off with the word Elephant so I know you read this.