Coffee Break Erotica

"You don't get it without saying it."

I surrender. "I want you inside me." If I wasn’t tied and supported, I would collapse entirely. "I want you inside me."

He doesn't move. "That's better," he whispers into my ear.

think you owe me something," he says, and the towel finger wanders downwards between my breasts. I feel I ought to be frightened, but instead, my pulse is

Oh, God! Oh, God. Oh, God...
Please don’t let him come in here.