Work Confession: 5

A window away sits the new guy Roderick who has a thing for sharp pencils. He came to the firm a week ago and I have kept my eyes on him ever since. I know it’s not good to stare but I can’t help it. He has this one curl that falls right at his brow which he sweeps away as if it’s a bother. Sometimes I feel like walking up to his desk and moving that annoying curl for him then kiss his reddish tone lips. I know it’s foolish of me to think that far, but he emboldens me to be naughty without effort. Intense, is the word that comes to mind when I see him crunching numbers with superman focus. He takes his work very seriously and often removes his roundish black glasses when the work becomes too much. Part of me wants to go over there and relieve his stress yet watching from afar lets me know more about him. We have had one encounter in the mail room, when I tried to reach for a box on the upper shelf. Although we were both silent, he sensed my distress and reached for the box then handed it to me. We both smiled at each other but that’s all that happened that day. If I get another chance encounter with Roderick, I hope it’s when his face is snug between my thighs tasting my fat pussy. I know I have gone so far, but this is how Roderick makes me feel.

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