“I miss you”, Dave said. I pretended not to have heard him. Since the last time, ‘we did what did’ together in the office, I stopped talking to him.
I never had the audacity to look him in the eyes again. To think that my subordinate in the office touched me, slept with me and even did it in the office is just too heavy for me to bear. Dave knew that I distanced myself from him but he never stopped trying to get my attention.
After our usual Monday meeting, I noticed that he dropped a piece of paper under my laptop. I took it discreetly, so no one could see it. He wrote “Can’t stop thinking about you Ola sweetest!”
What’s the meaning of this? I asked my self. I got really upset with myself. Its not his fault after all, I was the one that allowed a ‘small boy’ climb me right in the office after work, grinding me back and forth, with his hand running through my body. I was shaking with inexplicable sensation as he squeeze me.
It lasted for few minutes but the thought kept turning me on anytime I remember.
The truth is, I enjoyed the few minutes of raw*** with him but trust me I have been doing all I could to avoid it happening again. He enjoyed it too and he wants more.It must stop I told my self. We work in the same office and he is my junior.
Lust or love? I got laid again! He came to my house pretending to be on visit to a family friend nearby. " I went to visit a family friend nearby but i thought i should check on you" Dave said as he called my phone that Saturday afternoon. I looked through the window and noticed that he was right in front of my gate. I allowed him in...what happened beat my imagination. The i got laid again by Dave...Read more on Ola's Diary for the conclusion of this part.
I never had the audacity to look him in the eyes again. To think that my subordinate in the office touched me, slept with me and even did it in the office is just too heavy for me to bear. Dave knew that I distanced myself from him but he never stopped trying to get my attention.
After our usual Monday meeting, I noticed that he dropped a piece of paper under my laptop. I took it discreetly, so no one could see it. He wrote “Can’t stop thinking about you Ola sweetest!”
What’s the meaning of this? I asked my self. I got really upset with myself. Its not his fault after all, I was the one that allowed a ‘small boy’ climb me right in the office after work, grinding me back and forth, with his hand running through my body. I was shaking with inexplicable sensation as he squeeze me.
It lasted for few minutes but the thought kept turning me on anytime I remember.
The truth is, I enjoyed the few minutes of raw*** with him but trust me I have been doing all I could to avoid it happening again. He enjoyed it too and he wants more.It must stop I told my self. We work in the same office and he is my junior.
Lust or love? I got laid again! He came to my house pretending to be on visit to a family friend nearby. " I went to visit a family friend nearby but i thought i should check on you" Dave said as he called my phone that Saturday afternoon. I looked through the window and noticed that he was right in front of my gate. I allowed him in...what happened beat my imagination. The i got laid again by Dave...Read more on Ola's Diary for the conclusion of this part.
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[...] in the eyes but he smiled and he held right in the waist as we walked into the sitting room (click here to read the first part of this story) Before I could ask about the person he came to visit in the neighborhood, Dave held me on the chair [...]
ReplyDelete[...] in the eyes but he smiled and he held right in the waist as we walked into the sitting room (click here to read the first part of this story) Before I could ask about the person he came to visit in the neighborhood, Dave held me on the chair [...]
ReplyDelete[...] in the eyes but he smiled and he held right in the waist as we walked into the sitting room (click here to read the first part of this story) Before I could ask about the person he came to visit in the neighborhood, Dave held me on the chair [...]
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ReplyDeletedon't knw why she is complainig when she is enjoying the small BOY's grinding back and front.
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