Why is it ALWAYS a Man?

I spent the better part of my work day dreaming about a certain someone who has gotten under my skin lately. The hard part is alternately picturing pleasuring him in "oh so many ways" and then trying to decipher all of his signals....it could make a gal go crazy both physically and mentally all at the same time.

One minute I'm giving a presentation and the next I am thinking about licking his stiff penis with my tongue. I dream about going out to dinner with him, wearing a low cut blouse so that I can tease him with a bit of lacy bra, then ordering a drink with a piece of lime and a cherry, just so I can slide the cherry over my lips, onto my tongue, then biting it in half and sucking on it before I drop it back into my drink, just in the hopes that him seeing me do this will get his cock hard.

The hardest part is that I want him so bad and I know that ultimately he is not good for me....he has turned me into a raving sexpot instead of the meek little office gal that I usually am. A switch has been flipped and all I want to do is climb into his arms and fuck his brains out, but I can't and it is agony.

I love the fantasy, I want the fantasy, but I am beginning to think that it is all some crazy dream that I had and as time passes it is going from a reality to a hollow memory. I want to taste this man's cum so badly and yet the more I think I let him know I want him, the more I think he is slipping away....it makes me just want to pick up the phone and call him a cunt tease and then walk away....but instead I think of him more and more and the fact that he has such power over my thoughts makes me feel like begging him to release this bond that he has formed so casually.

I can't help it....I know that I still want to fuck this man so hard he begs me to stop and yet I'm going to say it.....

you are a cunt tease

(now get over here and fuck me pretty please-with Sugar on top!)