A Work confession
I can't wait to sleep with my boss. No, not to sleep with him, to ride him at a gallop and fuck him until I get the bastard out of my mind. Every time he's near, all I want to do is push him to the ground and mount him. Everything from that succulent blend of sandalwood, amber, and bamboo he wears to the careful way he watches my every move commands my attention. He's confessed that if I were to move to a different department, he would definitely be game for this fantasy of mine. I'm losing my god damn mind. It's going to be legendary.
