Mistletoe’s Kiss

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D ear Maddy, Your interview, entitled ‘Ladies Who Lust’ arrived on my desk today. Shh! Don’t tell anyone I subscribe to ‘Women First’, I get it for the recipes and okay, the celebrity gossip too. Let’s just keep that between ourselves. Imagine my delight when I saw you on the front cover, in all your glory, a copy of your new novel in hand.

I haven’t been able to get you out of my head since this morning, those photos have been driving me crazy all day. I had to sit through three meetings with a seriously uncomfortable hard-on, desperately waiting for the last of my appointments to leave.

Sitting at my desk, I prop the magazine up against my screen. It’s open to the full page of you in that low-cut, short black dress… fuck you look so good. I know the magazine was going for the ‘sexy author writes sexy books’ angle and let me tell you now, they nailed it!

Were you thinking of me, pretty girl? Were you thinking of my emails and all the dirty things I want to do to you when you posed for those photos? I bet your panties were wet and it looked to me like your thighs were tightly squeezed together in that third shot.

I imagine myself in the place of the interviewer, running through all the questions I want to ask you “What’s your favourite position? And how do you feel about breathplay? Do you like to be tied up and spanked when you’re a naughty girl?”

I can see you now, focusing those hooded eyes on me as you lean closer and whisper, “Only with you.”

My cock is so hard it’s rubbing against the zip on my jeans and I can’t take it any longer, I need some relief so I push back from my desk and pull the zipper down. Gripping my cock, I take shallow breaths as I close my eyes and fantasise that it’s your hand, with those red nails from the photo, pumping me up and down. You straddle my thighs, that short little dress riding up as I grab your ass to pull you closer. You run your free hand through my hair and kiss me until I can barely breathe. Pulling away, you pause to spit onto your hand like the dirty girl I know you are before once again sliding it up and down my now slick cock. God, it feels so real!

I open my eyes and stare at the magazine photo, at those luscious tits, wishing you were actually here so I could slide your panties to one side and push my cock into your pussy, you’d be so wet for me. And at that thought, I have to come, you made me come, baby, right there at my desk, cum all over my hands. I was so desperate for you.

So here’s another question, “are you just as desperate for me?”