My Story Time:

Girl, buckle up because this story is spicy AF and low-key sus, but IYKYK. So, me and this coworker—let’s call him Jake—had been giving each other looks for months. Like, the kind where I’d bend over the printer and catch him staring at my ass, or he’d “accidentally” brush his hand against my thigh in meetings. The tension was unreal, bestie.

Fast forward to last week’s office happy hour. We were the last ones left, tipsy and flirting hard. Next thing I know, we’re in the supply closet, and his hands are all over me, lifting my dress while his dick presses against my ass through his pants. I turned around, dropped to my knees, and unzipped him like my life depended on it. His cock was thick, and I could already taste him as I took him deep, gagging a little but loving it. He grabbed my hair and groaned, “Fuck, you’ve wanted this, huh?” And y’all, I whimpered nodding like a simp.

Then he spun me around, pushed me against the shelves, and yanked my thong to the side. I was soaked, and when he shoved his fingers in my pussy, I had to bite my lip not to scream. Then—oof—he slid his cock in, and I swear I saw stars. The risk of getting caught had me clenching around him like crazy.

“You love this, don’t you? Getting fucked where anyone could walk in?” he growled, and GOD, I nodded like my brain short-circuited. He pounded me so hard the shelves rattled until I came, shaking, and he finished inside me.

We fixed our clothes like nothing happened, but sheesh, the way he smirked at me the next day? Iconic. 💅