“Melanie didn’t understand what was happening. She was HR, he was an employee. She shouldn’t be doing this. Looking down, following his gaze, she saw that she was all bare curves and skin, contained in sexy lingerie she didn’t know she owned. She wanted to stop, but this strange urge to strip for him was too strong and she kept going.”
“I slouched in my chair, staring with hungry eyes at the stranger and his butterfly. When he looked at my crotch, hardly covered by my barely there shorts, I realized I wasn’t wearing any undies. Had I really forgotten to put them on in the morning? It didn’t matter! I just wanted him to get stiff and take me! It had started with some harmless teasing, but now, there was such a heat building in me that I just wanted to surrender to him.”
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“Valerie didn’t understand what gotten over her boyfriend Matt. He always insisted she went down on him, never the other way around. But this morning, the moment he saw her, he dropped to his knees and got to work With an enthusiasm she didn’t know he had. Had she known this was all Attitude’s doing, she would have been thankful, but that didn’t matter. She was already thankful enough.”
“Patrice normally didn’t get very excited wearing lingerie. It was just something she did to get her boyfriend Ricky excited before sex and speed things up. But not this time, Attitude observed with a smile. This special lingerie set he had offered his girlfriend bore a special enchantment–one that turned her into a squirming mass of heated desire. Today was going to be Ricky’s lucky day.”
“Virginia didn’t understand why this kept happening every time she read the Bible—and by now, she didn’t care. The heat between her thighs was just overwhelming. She just dropped her skirt, lay back on the table and, under Attitude’s amused gaze, let her hands work their miraculous magic. ‘My Lord,’ she kept whispering, ‘let thy will be done.'”
“Alison’s pants discreetly unbuckled themselves and slid down her butt while she was on the phone, accusing her boyfriend of not paying enough attention to her. ‘That,’ Attitude thought, ‘should get her all the attention she craves.'”