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STORY 72 – THE SEXTING SPIRAL (IV)
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2026-10-16 22:37:42
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DIRTY DREAMS STORY 72 – THE SEXTING SPIRAL (VI)
I cum hard around him with my face dropping to the pillow and his name breaking out of me, loud this time, and he lets me be as loud as I want, fucking me through it with his hand splayed warm over my throat and his mouth at my ear telling me how good I am, how long he's wanted this, how he's not close to finished with me.And he isn't.He pulls me up off the bed, both of us unsteady, and walks me the two steps to the wall and lifts one of my legs over his arm and pushes back into me with my shoulders against the cool plaster, and this is the one I described at my desk in so much detail that feeling it actually happen blurs the line clean away. What I imagined all afternoon and what's happening to me right now stop being two separate things. His forehead drops to mine. His hips drive up into me. My shoulders drag against the wall with every stroke but I don't care. I hook my leg higher and pull him deeper, causing him to groan into my mouth."This is the one that made me leave my desk
DIRTY DREAMS STORY 72 – THE SEXTING SPIRAL (V)
The first stroke pulls a sound out of both of us at the same time. He sinks in slowly, inch by inch, watching my face the whole way, and bottoms out and holds there, buried, and lets me feel every bit of him before he moves a muscle."Been thinking about this since the glass room," he says, starting to roll his hips, deep and unhurried. "Since I had two fingers in you at that table and you had to cough to cover it. Since you clenched around my hand in front of Marcus and I had to walk out of that meeting and not finish.""You nearly made me cum in front of everyone –""I know. I felt it." He drives in deep and grinds and my eyes flutter. "That's why lasting won't be my problem tonight. I already took the edge off twice today. Both times because of you. This time I get to go as long as I want, and I want to go a very long time."He fucks me slow and deep on the edge of the bed, my legs hooked over his arms, and then his hand slides up my chest and his fingers close gently around my thr
DIRTY DREAMS STORY 72 – THE SEXTING SPIRAL (IV)
I go down onto his hallway floor with my hands already pulling his belt open, and I get him out, hard and thick and flushed and straining the way he's been in every photo, and I wrap my hand around the base of him and look up, and the look on his face when I do, the way his jaw goes slack and his hand lifts to my hair without quite touching it yet, nearly finishes me where I kneel."Go on," he says, quiet. "Exactly how you told me in the copy room."I put my mouth on him, slow, taking just the head first and circling it with my tongue, and the sound he makes above me, low and broken, sends a pulse straight between my legs. His hand settles into my hair, not pushing, just holding, his fingers curling as I take him deeper, down until my lips meet my own fist and I hollow my cheeks and pull back slow and do it again."God," he breathes. "That's it. That's what the door handle cost me. That's what you promised me and couldn't deliver because somebody rattled the lock."I hum around him an
DIRTY DREAMS STORY 72 – THE SEXTING SPIRAL (III)
I'd have dropped down onto my knees on that horrible carpet and put my mouth on you and let you hold my head, and you'd have had to be the quiet one for once while I made you cum in a supply closet at work, and you'd have had to walk back to your desk after knowing I'd just swallowed in the copy room.I read it back once. My heart slams. I send it.The dots come up and vanish and come back, and I watch the grey bubble like my life depends on it, and then:I'm going to need a minute.take your minuteI'm not kidding. I had to put the phone down. you cannot send me things like that at my desk.you started the whole thing with a foot under a table. you don't get to be shocked now.prove you mean it.And there it is, the dare, the same shape as send me proof, and I know exactly what he's asking for. I wait, knee-jumping, until Marcus gets up for the kitchen and the pod empties out around me, and then I angle myself in my chair, back to the aisle, screen between me and the world, and I hik
DIRTY DREAMS STORY 72 – THE SEXTING SPIRAL (II)
He gets to the top of my thigh and his fingers press over the front of my underwear and find me already soaked through the fabric, and I have to put the water glass down before I drop it. His eyebrows don't move. His voice doesn't change. He says something about Q4 forecasting and pushes the fabric aside and runs one finger straight up the middle of me, slow, and my hips jerk half an inch and I turn it into shifting in my seat."Sorry," I say to the room, clearing my throat. "Go on."He goes on. His finger circles my clit under the table, two feet from my manager, glass on every side of us, and I grip the edge of my laptop and breathe through my nose and feel it building fast, too fast, because I've been wound tight since the word March. He presses two fingers into me, and I bite down on the inside of my cheek, and a sound almost gets out, almost, and I cover it with a cough into my fist."You okay?" Marcus asks."Fine," I manage. "Swallowed wrong."Daniel's thumb finds my clit while
DIRTY DREAMS STORY 72 – THE SEXTING SPIRAL (I)
It starts with a typo.The coffee's gone cold at my elbow, and I'm texting Daniel from Accounts about the review that got bumped to eleven. I mean to type I'll come soon. A sentence about a meeting. The most boring thing one person can send another.Autocorrect has other plans.I hit send without looking, half my brain already in a spreadsheet, and it's a good thirty seconds before the phone buzzes face-up on the desk and I glance down.I'll cum soon.My face goes hot, up the neck and into the ears, and my thumbs are already flying through omg autocorrect I am SO sorry when his reply drops in above it and stops me dead.Promise?I stare at it.The apology sits there unsent, because Promise? is not what Daniel from Accounts says. He says no worries lol. He says did you get the revised figures. He does not say Promise? with a capital P and a question mark I'm reading nine ways in two seconds.A year I've known him. Coffee from the good place on the corner, dry in meetings, funny enough
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