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I want to find out.
CallMeClove: Should you be undressing like this at work? Seems very unprofessional of you.
AtYourService: Going to lodge a complaint? ;)
CallMeClove: Oh, definitely not.
AtYourService: That’s good. Because it’s your fault, you know.
CallMeClove: My fault? How so? I am perfectly innocent here.
AtYourService: That lacy nightgown says otherwise. And now you’ve gone and made me rock-hard just thinking about peeling it off of you…
CallMeClove: Well, you’re the one who started it. Now I’m getting wet just looking at how hard you are.
AtYourService: Definitely seems like you’re the one doing the teasing. Because now I’m thinking about spreading your thighs and tasting exactly how wet you are. I bet you have a tight little pussy, don’t you, naughty girl?
I slide my hand under the covers. Touch myself as I respond one-handed.
CallMeClove: So tight. I wonder if your thick cock would fit inside me…
AtYourService: I’d go nice and slow. Lick you until you couldn’t stand it anymore, until you were begging for me, and then I’d push into you slowly, an inch at a time…
I spread my pussy lips and swirl my finger through the thick juices accumulating there, all the while imagining it’s him. His finger, his strong, capable hand down my panties. My hand trembles as I type out my reply.
CallMeClove: I’d be so tight and hot and wet around you, and when you finally slid all the way inside me, I’d wrap my legs around your waist, let you fuck me however you want.
AtYourService: I’d fuck you all night, Clove. Every way you want. Hard and rough enough that you wouldn’t be able to walk straight the next day.
CallMeClove: Fuck yes, Zayne. That’s what I want you to do to me.
I barely manage to finish typing the last sentence. I’m too concentrated on my pussy, sliding my fingers in and out of myself, while I press down hard on my clit with the heel of my hand, rubbing it at the same time.
AtYourService: I’m fisting my cock right now, thinking about you. Are you touching yourself? Please tell me you’re touching that sweet little pussy of yours, Clove.
That reply is enough to send me over the edge. My body shakes as I come, and I let out a faint cry, alone in the darkness of my apartment.
But now that I have, and the hormones still continue to rage, as frustrated as I am, I grimace. What am I doing? Exactly what I promised myself I shouldn’t.
Seeing my name on the screen next to his makes me realize just what a terrible idea this is. I love this apartment. It’s my home. I can’t risk it for a fling, even if it is with a hottie like Zayne.
CallMeClove: I have to go. I’m sorry.
I log out of the app before I can give into temptation any more. When I roll over to shut off my light, I squint at the time and grimace even harder. Shit. Past two in the morning.
Tomorrow is going to be a very long day.
