The ladylike way of saying "Please Fuck Me" Part 3
That scent. Each breath you take you can still smell the memory of him in the air. Mixed with the scent of each guy that had past you that day. The scent of him. The scent of... it. The sound of your own claws digging at the wooden desk in front of...
The ladylike way of saying "Please Fuck Me"
Some mornings are more difficult than others. You wake up in a sweat, trembling, shivering with a need for something that your groggy mind can't center around. It isn't until you feeling another tremor ripple through you that you realize it it's not...
The ladylike way of saying "Please Fuck Me" Part 2
That smirk. That damning smirk. It's something that you'd always try to hide. That small shifting in your seat each time they'd come in to the office and they'd know. The way you'd subconsciously press your legs together, even when knowing each...