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At work she sat

In her office alone

No one to greet her

When she gets home

She longed for someone 

To be there for her

To ease the tension

Ease the feelings

She had within.

Sat alone on overtime

Things started to

Enter her mind 

And for pleasure

A need to use and be abused.

As she sat her hand moved

Up the sheer stockings leg

Parting her knees

She touched herself 

And caused her breathe

To let out a gasp of lustfulness

And as she touched her passion rose

As she felt the moistness her desire grows

More and more she wanted this

Writhing in her chair

Making the most of this.

Hitching up her tight pencil skirt

Undoing her blouse

Unclipping her bra

Caressing her breasts 

She was now ready for what would happen next.

She glided her hand back to her thighs

Searched for the place both in and outside 

That would help her find that epic peak

She was an expert at all this.

As as she worked her fingers of magic

She enjoyed as they went at it 

She locked her lips and let out soft moans

As she found the sensual home

Of waves of lust and waves of pleasure

Flowed through her and made her arch

Long legs stretched in her heels

Thrusting hips, she wanted to feel

Every desire rip through her being

As she pushed harder to achieve the feeling

That she was ready to explode in every way

She needed to unload

The energy of pent up frustration

Raising up her ultimate sensation 

She suddenly became rigid

Then twitched so wild

Thrusting her body in rhythmic style.

She then relaxed, panting hard

Glad that she made that start

Sighed and moaned 

And basking in the lust

She knew that for now

Would have to be enough.

Then as she sorted out her clothes 

She wondered  if she had been exposed

Realised her webcam was on

Wondered if anyone saw

What had gone on.

Not knowing made her slightly panic

Flustered as she reached shutting it down

But then she smiled

A wicked smile

Wondering if she had made someone’s night

With her show of sexual delight.