I know I’m a little more than a little needy, okay? But to you, it’s never too much. You think it’s endearing when I knock on your office door in the middle of the day, under the guise of seeing how you’re doing, shyly asking when you might be done for the day. Maybe you can tell from the flush of my cheeks or the way i clench my hands or how I’m trying so hard to hold myself back, but you know what’s going through my head, and let’s be real - how in the hell did I think I could hide it from you of all people. You know I got sidetracked while working, and probably ended up sitting at my desk, slack-jawed, daydreaming about your tongue on me. Eyes glazing over as I pull up past sexts and the photos I occasionaly send you in the private discord chat we reserve for such things.  “C’mere”, you beckon with a finger, eyes still half-focused on your screen, closing down a couple last minute docs before shutting down your computer and spinning to face me in your chair. You pat your legs, and gesture for me to have a seat. I can’t even play coy, I’m so eager, and walk quickly over to slot my legs around yours and straddle your lap. My arms wind their way around you, face pushing into your neck to nuzzle and kiss and press myself into you. I know I’m needy, but you love it.

You, ideally, are writing as said nice, big man, who is confident in his abilities to make me come (and come and come). Soft male dom type. But a little more…commanding? Assertive? You know what I mean. There is lots of grinding and teasing through our clothes and teasing with our words and a little sassiness and a lot of neediness before you make me come on your tongue and fingers before we have to concentrate on fitting  your girthy, hard cock, into my very eager, very slick pussy<333