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Fantasies at Work

She Writes Chaos
1 min readJan 3, 2025

My thoughts drift during a lazy afternoon at work, consumed by memories of you and I together. Visions so vivid I can feel your fingers tracing circles on my skin- spots on my back so sensitive they follow a line straight between my legs. As my mind wanders back to that Saturday night, to the way you pushed me to the edge time and time again, my pussy clenches and I shift in my office chair. I can feel my face flush and I am grateful that no one is paying attention to the heat rising off my body. For momentary flashes, I can feel every touch as if they were happening again. My heart starts to pound and I will admit I am driven to distraction- a desperate need to find somewhere alone to sink my fingers into my own wetness, find some friction of touch, not to relieve the desperation, but to revel in my own cravings.

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She Writes Chaos
She Writes Chaos

Written by She Writes Chaos

Polyamorous girl, submissive, poetry writer. Here are my thoughts, judge them as you will.

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