I want to feel the heat from a bare ass bent over and red from a good spanking. A woman kneeling waiting to give me pleasure. Having a woman dress for my pleasure and take orders in order to please me. I need an evening of carnal lust and desire. Where we seem on the edge of control where the sexuality is intense and the need overwhelms us. The night would seem surreal, almost dream like as we act on our desires and passions and push ourselves to the limit and over before collapsing in complete bliss and ecstasy.

Anybody else feel that way?

At first it was a mere peak at breasts and taking off panties. This progressed to groping. Next came oral sex, the blow jobs were amazing. Finally, it was sex over the desk in the office during the day. Just having sex was great. Having sex in my office during the work day took it to another level.

Now, I want to take it further. I want a sexy, submissive assistant. She would be extremely attentive to all my professional needs and be an eager, willing, submissive for all my sexual desires. At first, I would notice only her professionalism and skills. In time, she would take notice of my obvious love of sex, my dominant persona and begin to make subtle hints. She would linger in my office with an extra button unbuttoned. She would start wearing heels and skirts  and push the envelope of professional yet sexy attire. While noting her appeal to me and lingering on her as she leaves my office I would not act on it yet.

Finally, one day she would come into my office, the sexuality and desire would be overt. She would stay in my office make sure I saw her bra and full perky breasts. Her long legs, heels, skirt and no panties. She would intentionally brush up against me and make contact.

I get up and close the door and lock it. She see the purposeful stride and intent look on my face. I see anticipation, excitement and a little apprehension on her face. I sit down in one of the empty chairs and pull her toward me. Fairly quickly we kiss. It is long and deep. It unleashes all the pent up desire and sexuality. You can smell the sex in the air. We are intertwined, clothes strewn everywhere. It is intense, but rather quick as there was a long buildup that erupted.

In the aftermath we retrieve clothes and try to catch our breath. We are both energized by the release and realization that it was a mutual lust. I reveal that there is more than merely sex and I have a new role in mind for her at work which I reveal later.

The fantasy continues…

I do not merely want sex, or fun or a release. I have very specific desires. I know with much greater clarity what brings me the greatest pleasure. As winter grows longer, as the days seem even shorter, as life seems more pressing, the urge remains a flicker within. It continues to grow, I feel it with more intensity, think about it more often. It builds, I search frantically for that elusive release. While my desires are much more refined, quenching them becomes that much more difficult.

February makes the craving more palpable.

The spanking gets harder,  your body flung around like a rag doll. There is genuine fear that this may spin completely out of control, but that is part of the desire and attraction. It’s what makes this sexual encounter heightened and that much more intense. I pin you down and ravage you, my body ramming you. Your gasps of breath merely turning me on even more. Feeling you get turned on having  the same effect on me.

You can smell the sex in the room. You can see and feel the intensity. Sweat springing from both our bodies as we slam into each other. It is rough, it is sexual and erotic. It is what we want.

U know i like it all. From sucking your cock, letting u fuck my mouth, tits.
Having u throw me on the bed putting your fingers in my pussy so u can feel
how wet i am

Right after I got off the phone with you I unbuttoned my pants and put my fingers
in between my lips... rubbed my clit softly but steadily and I immediately got wet,
soaking wet... came so fast, my lips jerking into my fingers...

My senses are heightened and am highly orgasmic. I'm in the mood to just give it,
give it hard and any way you want it. You sex me up and make me want it. I want
you to give it to me.

I am yours completely. Have it. Lick it. Suck it. Love it with your violence….

Thigh high boots and a short skirt will almost immediately get me excited. It is practically involuntary. If I see a woman dressed in that fashion, it is a lock that there are multiple erotic fantasies brewing in my head. You will probably catch me staring as I capture the images for my vivid imagination.

It is amazing the smallest images, articles of clothing or situations that will stir erotic thoughts in me. I think I have them more than your average guy. I am saturated with sexual thoughts

She was ready for me. She appeared in cherry red bra and panties, thigh high stockings and heels. She began the lap dance enticing all my senses.  She danced ever closer and then we made contact and I began caressing her body. She knelt before me and took in my rock hard cock. I could see the hunger and desire in her eyes. She devoured my cock and the moaning noises made it all the more erotic. I was straining to maintain control. It felt so good i wanted it to last. It was a delight for all the senses. The visual was incredible. It felt like every nerve ending was in my cock and was active. Her moans of pleasure and delight driving me over the edge. I was getting harder.  We were both lost in the moment. The mutual pleasure and desire engulfing us as our bodies were connected. We both knew I would explode. The spasms beginning to come in waves. We were both in tune and in synch. I finally exploded and it was like the spasms of pleasure were literally transferred from me to her. The pure pleasure was electric and palpable in the air. The sense of time was blurred and it was the beginning of an incredible evening of sexual energy, pleasure and exploration.

Actually having sex is apparently not even enough to satisfy my appetites. I have good sex and then I have to masturbate later and still want more. I am insatiable.  I see a woman and immediately think of us naked, in a frenzy of lust and desire.

As i casually encounter a woman,  I envision a sexual scenario. I create preferences and skills based upon a glance. Most of the time, it is obviously a manifestation of my wants and desires and has little bearing on reality or facts.

There is no way I could know that the woman I saw on crowded street enjoyed blow jobs.  Its even worse with those that you have some knowledge and familiarity of their likes, attractions and sexual desires. The office is teaming with possibilities. This is scary in that I would not usually be attracted to the vast majority of the women in my office. Suddenly I am entertaining thoughts of office liasons, clandestine sex behind closed doors. Its too bad my new secretary is not a hypersexual woman ready to explode. Or maybe that is a good thing for now.