Sensual Erotic Tales ( short smut stories).
He delved in, a single, masterful stroke before he found my clit and began to circle it, a slow, torturous rhythm that had me squirming on the edge.
“You’re still thinking about me when you’re next to me,” he stated, it was a fact, not a question.
“Aren’t you?”
“Yes,” I muttered, the word torn from me. His touch was doing something dangerous to me, rewiring my brain, melting my bones.
“Tell me what you see,” he commanded, his finger pressing harder, demanding more.
“I see your mouth between my legs,” I gasped, the fantasy spilling from my lips. “I see you bending me over your desk and calling me your little whore. I see your cum leaking out of me.”