♦ This is third in a series of posts of diary entries from the little book of fantasies that Fractal and I keep. Earlier entries are:

Punishment in Black and Doctors and Nurses

Fractal’s series consists, so far, of:

‘X’ and Sexy-Grr! ♦

♦ We stare into each other’s eyes for a moment, and I start to speak, but you place your fingertips on my lips and shake your head softly. Your hands go to my top shirt button, undoing it, slowly and continuing until the first three or so are open.

You pull my shirt open further at the top and your fingers begin to caress my skin there, drawing patterns with your fingertips. You kiss me, once, deeply and then when you draw back there is a wicked light in your eyes, your body presses me against the wall nearby and your hand suddenly slides under my shirt, feeling that I have no bra, caressing my breast and firmly pressing my nipple between thumb and forefinger.

Suddenly our hands are all over each other as passion takes hold, and you pull my shirt off entirely. Your mouth seeks my breasts, kissing and sucking at my nipples. As my hand goes towards your trouser button you take it and instead direct me towards my own, helping me remove my trousers and guiding my hand until I am touching myself slowly as you continue to sate your lips’ need for my breasts.

After a time I begin to shudder, my breath heavy until I can no longer resist my urges, I lower your trousers and take your firm sex in my hand, pulling it towards my own, pleasuring myself with it as you start to bite my neck. All at once you thrust yourself forward so that you are between my thighs and I can see the pure lust in your eyes as we move together. Until, as I am on the brink of climax you give me a wicked look and teasingly back off, finally entirely removing your clothes. You stand there, teasing me with your eyes and I am forced to act, I grab your arms and turn you, pushing you against the wall, my lips needfully seeking yours, but yet you dodge me, time and again though I am pressed against you, until every part of me cries out with desire.

The look in your eyes tells me there is only one way I can get what I need. “I want you”, I say, and your eyes blaze as you simultaneously kiss me and push me down to my desk, scattering the papers there.

Moments later I gasp as you enter me, and the rush from all the desire that you had built up in me is exhilarating. It does not take long before both of us reach climax together, gasping for breath, our bodies trembling as our lusts are, for the time, quenched. ♦

♦ The next entry, can be found here, and Fractal’s third entry can be found here ♦