DemiMistral

The office has always had something that provokes me, although I never admit it out loud. Will it be the cold lighting, the silence contained between desks, or the feeling that any movement out of place could be discovered?. That slight risk. that border between the right & the forbidden. Turns me on more than I should. Today was no exception. I arrived earlier than everyone, with my heels echoing in the empty hallway. That acoustic betrays even my thoughts. I like. Makes me feel watched even when there's no one. I sat in my place, crossed my legs calmly & arranged my skirt just above what was allowed. My little daily rebellion. The rubbing of the fabric against my skin was already a delicious reminder of why I enjoy these moments. I pulled out some papers, tried to concentrate. but the feeling of the cold desk on my forearms, the smell of freshly printed paper & the sound of my own movements ended up distracting me. My fetish has always been the routine with a double intention: the daily loaded with desire. So when I leaned forward to plug in the charger under the desk, I felt my breathing change.. The reduced space, the smell of wood, my hair rubbing my shoulders. It was like every detail was designed to provoke me.. I stayed a few seconds down there, on purpose. Savoring the posture, the momentary vulnerability. Savoring the idea that, if someone entered, I would find myself like this: between work & fantasy, between professionalism & desire. I walked out slowly, settled in the chair & bit my lip. No one had arrived yet. That raised the temperature in my chest. I opened the computer, but my thoughts were not on the emails; they were on my own skin, on how the fabric rubbed my thighs every time I breathed.. I felt a little shiver. That kind of shiver that only comes when I'm exactly where I want to be, doing exactly what I like: silently disobeying. Be the woman that everyone sees serious, correct. without suspicion that under the table my fingers run my leg with the excuse of “settling”. The clock marked the time of entry. I heard footsteps in the hallway. I straightened my back, took a deep breath & adopted my professional posture. Only I knew what had happened here, a few minutes before. Only I felt the heat that would accompany me all day, hidden under my skirt. And that complicity with myself. was my greatest pleasure.