I can’t stop thinking about my coworkers, and the invisible but powerful urges they bring up in me. I think about how they chose their outfits in the morning, adding layers of fabric that drape their bodies with flattering weight and texture.

Sam, in particular, is a silent obsession of mine. She dresses so well, looking professional but subtly fashionable. She clearly knows how to flatten her curves and hide the palpable sex appeal she brings to happenstance interactions outside of work, but I see what she’s keeping from the less interested eye.

There’s an unspoken attraction between us, but professional boundaries and the fact that I’m close to 10 years into my career while she’s less than a year into hers, keep us tethered to Oscar-worthy performances of common workplace pleasantries. I know what it feels like to resist temptation only to explode into physical passion, but never have I had such an attraction to someone I work with.

When we pass each other in the hallway we smile and nod, but my internal world bursts with fixations on what is hidden under the flow of her dress; when I can steal a glance at her back to me I see nothing but the gentle snag of her underwear on the cotton of her sundress as she walks. I want nothing more than to stare and follow her walking, entranced by the rhythm of her perfect ass swaying back and forth and catching her dress, offering millisecond exposures of where her tight curves lie.

My cock is in various states of swelling, and bulges enough to be noticed swaying side to side behind my zipper as I walk. I know she notices it; I’ve caught her looking on more than one occasion before she glances away, flushing and avoiding eye contact. I hope she wonders how big it is, how it feels in her hands, how it tastes and how much she can fit inside her. I hope she is obsessed with pleasuring me as I am with her. I hope that she is as eager and open to any and every position, hole, and action as I am.

I want to close the door of my office as she stands before me, and feel our skin touch as I explore every inch of her with my eyes and hands. I want to put her soft hands on my cock as it swells and pushes against the tightening confines of my pants. I want to let our gazes be colored by the lens of desperate excitement and eagerness to please the other.

If anyone wants to play a role in the scenario, or embody a coworker stuck in a state of desperate attraction and palpable horniness, engage with me.