So, this morning flicking through the messages in my inbox I came across a teasing, frustratingly hot message. The sender, Romeo, knew full well what effect it was going to have on me. I’ve been craving his response all afternoon… This is what he sent:

Angel,

At work today, when nobody is looking, I want you to run the tips of your fingers, lightly, over the inside of your thigh, toward the top of your stockings. Don’t think, just do it, the challenge is to be discreet…

Imagine someone else’s hand there, slowly pulling down your stocking as they kiss, gentle quick butterfly kisses, moving slowly up your inner thigh.

Still easing down your stocking with their left hand, while the thumb of their right is pressed against your clit, their fingers firmly on your lower tummy, holding you in place, forbidding you to move…

Kisses moving further up your thigh, you can feel their warm breath gently blowing against your pussy, excited, but controlled. Kissing around your pussy now, breathing becoming harder, faster, you feel his head shift and prepare yourself.. But he moves to kiss the inside of your other thigh, harder, equal measures of frustration and anticipation as he makes you squirm, he know you’re waiting, and you know he loves that.

His thumb is rubbing your clit, harder, as he trails the tip of his tongue back up your thigh, before shifting his body upwards so he can look up at your face, smiling, taking hold of your hip with his left hand while moving his right hand fully between your legs, letting you grind against it impatiently as he keeps you waiting

His smile quickly turns to a brief smirk which tells you it’s coming, you quickly draw breath as he moves back down…

Do you know what happens next?

Romeo

So Romeo, if you’re reading this, don’t keep your Juliet waiting

xxx

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