Veedolly

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EXCERPT:

“Dirty little liar, ” I said, in a low, mocking voice. She played the innocent so well, but this – this was a sign. She knew what she was doing when she put these on before she came to my office.

I pressed the lace to my nose and inhaled her scent, my tongue flicking out and dragging along the fabric, tasting the last of her dampness. It was electric, but this wasn’t the real thing. I didn’t even notice when my hand moved of its own accord, stroking the hardness pushing against my pants.

It wasn’t enough.

Slide the panties over my head like a bandage, I stared at myself in the bathroom mirror, the lace clinging to my flesh like a second skin. It didn’t bother me that I looked like a clown—it rarely did. The absurdity of the situation didn’t bother me either—it rarely did. Obsession had already set in and I didn’t mind it at all. The sooner I could satisfy my sex needs the sooner I could get some time to myself. My hand moved faster, pressing harder against my clothed erection.