I freeze, out of breath. Conference room door clicks locked. Distant printer hums. Coffee stench mixes with my perfume. Open-space mouse clicks fade. I turn to the teddy bear on the table. Its glass eyes gleam, dazzled. Joy surges. I danced only for him. Naked. Seductive sway. Heart pounds.
Flashback hits. First glance at him—boss in open space. Heart leaps. Blush flames cheeks. Love. Real, dizzying. Mouth dry. Girlfriends’ stories? Mine now. He gave the bear. Fingers brush. Heat floods body. Fight urge to jump him.
The Building Tension
That day, clutching bear between meetings. He passes. Strokes my hair. Loving. Not tender—passionate. Knows he loves me. Can’t say yet. Obligations. Patience. Clouds pink. Seventh heaven. Rare melancholy? Hug bear. All good.
Bear connects us. He watches through eyes. Hears via ears. Romantic proof. Back late, room mine. Heart races loud. Vertigo. Want him. Only him.
Today, veneration dance. Intimidated. Tense. Now? Success. Desire pulses stronger than nightly strips. His eyes slide over skin. First time, turned shy. Now? Love it. Normal for lovers. Troubles hotter. Imagine sweat-slick fuck. Panting. Bodies slam.
Hide heat. Crouch. Untie heel straps. Parquet creaks—no, carpet shifts. Bear nears. Throat knots. Fingers fumble. He parts hands. Grabs ankle. Shiver racks me. Slow unwrap. Slips heel off. Grips leg. Can’t rise. Something builds. Skin aflame. Cells ignite.
Sex thoughts. Blush burns. Waited. Feared inexperience. Fail him?
Hot mouth hits foot. Lips taste. Tongue climbs ankle. Slow. Calves quiver. Palms slick. Tremble. Belly twists. Ears throb. Frozen. Body betrays. Desire crashes. Gasp. Shiver. Moan low. Shame flickers. Body screams yes. Used charms for this. Too late. Hands—not paws—real fingers. Boss’s. Drive insane.
Tongue hits thigh. Fingers rip panties. Pussy drips. ‘Fuck me,’ I whisper. He stands. Zips down. Cock thick, hard. Rams in. Desk rattles. Printer whirs frantic. Thrusts brutal. ‘Tight slut,’ he growls. Clit grinds. Cum shatters me. Biting lip bloody.
Muffled knocks. Reality snaps. ‘What ya doing? One heel off?’ Colleague—mom-type—barges. Door ajar. Panic. Adjust nightie? No—skirt hikes thighs.
The Wild Explosion
‘Dirty clothes for laundry?’ Grabs散 my blouse. Spots bear—cum-stained fur. ‘Time to wash this too.’ Disgust curl lip.
‘No! Clean!’ Lunge. She snaps. ‘Childish shit. Late. Go home. Sleep.’ Door slams.
Alone. Collapse chair. Heart shatters. Bear tumbling in wash? Link snaps. Despair drowns. Sobs rack.
Morning drags. Numb. Head empty. Avoid breakroom. No washed corpse. Work gray. Ash mouth. Regret burns. Should’ve fought. Adults ruin.
Pain claws day. Lost him. Suicidal void. Classmates? Coworkers console. Nothing penetrates. Automaton home. Lock cubicle.
Bear on desk. Fur gleams clean. Eyes glow familiar. He’s here. Love unchanged. Warmth floods. Heart beats. World colors bloom. Scents hit. Sounds sing. Grab. Hug tight. Vitality surges. Joy tears flow.
Tonight—wedding night. House dark. He’ll come. Fuck forever.
Patience. Obligations bind. Bear bridges. Press closer. Love proof.