Office extasy

When the day drags on and everyone else is gone, I shut the office door and stay. The lights are low, the city hums outside the window. My boss asked for more work, and that means I can take my time. I slide the drawer open, pull out my toy, and place it on the desk. The silicone feels cool at first, but I know it won’t stay that way. I kick off my heels, peel down my stockings, and part my legs behind the big wooden desk. The blonde hair I spent all morning pinning up now comes loose, falling over my shoulders. I turn the toy on. The low buzz fills the quiet room. I bring it down, press it between my folds, let it settle against the spot that already aches. Slow circles first, then a little more pressure. My breath catches. My hips shift, seeking the rhythm I’ve practiced in this very chair. I keep my blouse half-buttoned, breasts rising with every gasp. The toy slides lower, teasing my entrance, then back up to circle my clit again. Heat blooms low in my belly. I bite my lip to keep quiet, but little sounds still slip out. My free hand grips the armrest, knuckles pale. I lean back, eyes half-lidded, and let the pleasure build, slow and steady, until my thighs tremble and my mind goes blank. The extra work can wait. Right now, this desk is mine.