Falling Madly In Bed

"No.. Please.. Please stop."

She was already pushed to the verge of resistance and concede by the time she hissed her plea. Her blouse was already unbuttoned, revealing her neckline and shoulders. Only her bra was safeguarding her breasts.

Her thighs were fully visible; her skirt no longer served its purpose. I hugged her close as I savored her neck. I was busy, trying to unfasten her bra while my other set of fingers were nudging her panties hungrily.

Her stationery and paperwork were all over the floor. Her desk was in disarray.

A wet patch appeared between her thighs and her breathing became audible. I grew impatient watching her grimace. (She usually look serious and tensed.)

And I pulled her panties down to her ankles, yanking them onto the floor. Then, I lifted and pushed her against her computer screen. Finally, her last line of defense gave in, revealing her erected nipples.

I have already taken my pants off. And I sucked her nipples as I tried to remove my boxers.

She gasped. And she moaned. And she moaned louder, saying, "Jack. No.. Not here.." as she gasped. But she did not know I suffer from selective listening, especially when I'm pleasuring girls.

"Jack. No.. Not here.." was white noise.

I was so aroused that I left faint teeth marks on her breast. I then advanced to that wet patch between her thighs. She shyly surrendered as I pried at her knees. But before she knew it, I've buried my face at her pussy.

There was little time for long foreplay, but relishing her love juice was still at the top of my to-do list. Using my tongue, I eagerly wrote my name on her pussy. She tried squirming but there wasn't enough space. All she could do was to remain still while my tongue swam furiously to stop her leak. And all she could do was to pronounce her mixed feelings while trying to suppress her bashful nature.

She was delicious.

She came rather quickly, only seconds after my tongue found its mark - her clitoris. It turned red the moment I sucked it. Gently, of course.

Then, it was my turn.

Pinning her thighs wide open, I entered her. She tried keeping her voice down as I heaved above her. Beads of perspiration formed on her forehead while I pushed forward. As much as she wanted to voice her opinions, she only emitted slightly audible pleasure.

After a few minutes, the tension in me reached its breaking point.

It was worth the wait. I'm finally fucking the office girl. I did not have enough time seeking her permission to ejaculate into her. I could feel my guts and thighs tighten. And I could feel...

I opened my eyes lethargically to the sound of my alarm. Residual images of the new office girl filled my head.

Damn.

Retrospect

Recent events at work made me wonder. Perhaps the more notorious names in history have been misunderstood.

No, I'm not referring to Hitler, Stalin, Mao, Osama and Paris.

Maybe, the tall gentleman with the tall hat (whom everyone witnessed as Jack the Ripper) was just a passer-by when the prostitutes were murdered in Whitechapel.

Maybe, Al Capone wanted to protect his family, but unwittingly caused the St. Valentine's Day Massacre.

Maybe, Annabelle Chong merely wished to have some fun. Just that she did not expect 70 men to turn up, let alone the 251 sex acts.

Maybe, Michael (last name Jackson) was only a...

Forget it.

Dead Tired

I am already looking forward to 2009.

Flicker

Following Edison Chen, I will be going dark temporarily. So, until next time, that's all, folks!