DIRTY SINS: A compilation of short forbidden stories
My mind drifted to him—something I often did whenever I had nothing else to focus on.
I liked to fantasize about him. It made me feel like I actually had a chance with him, somehow.
In my fantasy, he was sitting in his office chair as usual, shirtless, that toned chest of his fully on display.
I, on the other hand, walked toward him slowly, biting my lower lip as I unbuttoned my shirt. It slid off my shoulder as I lowered myself onto his lap, right over the hard bulge in his trousers.
He let out a soft sound as I began to straddle him.