A Taste
Do you think I don’t feel the weight of your stare as I walk across the room? You want me in the worst way, don’t you? I see your wife clutch your arm just a bit tighter and I laugh to myself. I’m younger, prettier and firmer than she is, aren’t I? She knows it and is afraid. I like that.
Another late meeting at work? Oh that’s right. It was a business trip this time, wasn’t it? How does it feel when you leave my bed and I hand you a pair of my panties to wear? Your mind will wander as that hot silk caresses you, thinking back and replaying the stolen hours with me, wondering how you got in so deep. Knowing that you just need more.
Who am I? Do you know? I mean, do you really know? Of course not. I chose you, just like I will choose others to pass the time. Sex is a game after all, isn’t it? Just a game of power and pleasure. What do you want? I will wear the collar for you if you ask nicely…daddy cum here and bend me over your knee. Please…I have been such a good girl, haven’t I? *smirk* What to do with me when I grab your tie and pull your mouth down and take what I want in front of your colleagues? Do you feel lost when you are thrusting helplessly into my throat in your office in the middle of the day? Think about the way that my ass feels in your hands just before I allow you to slide into it. That’s a good boy..
I’m Roxanne St. Claire. Most of my close friends call me Roxie, but your wife or girlfriend would most definitely call me something completely different, wouldn’t she? Perverted, kinky, twisted and inventive. I mean really, why would she even try to compete with that? What’s my price for being your fuck toy? The question tumbles out before you can hold it back. It’s very simple really. I don’t ask for much. After all, MY needs are being met, aren’t they? What I want, my price if you will, is your every thought. While you are dutifully fucking your boring wife twice a week in the same position so you don’t offend her delicate sensibilities, you will be thinking of me. When you are sitting in your office in the middle of your day, thoughts of me and how you can pleasure me will slip into your brain and your hands will tremble with the urge to touch and caress. Your nights will be haunted with dreams of me and you will wake up hard and aching, desperate and eager to hear the sultry whispers of my voice in your ear. Will you be able to hold off until you get in the car or will you sneak into the bathroom and run the water to mask the sounds of your release?
I love the way your palms start to sweat when you are trying to resist calling me. That’s right, fight that urge- struggle against it. Then feel that pit open up in your stomach when I don’t answer and you can’t find me. You waited too long didn’t you? After all, you do know the rules of the game. I love having fun with you. The sex is amazing, isn’t it? In my own twisted little way I might even love you. But will I keep you? What do you think?