A Letter Of Confession 

Explicit Content 

 I can not stop thinking about you in the office, the way your gaze climbs up my body, undressing whatever I hide behind my shirt and my smile. Every morning, every routine feels dangerous 

each “good morning” just code for “I want you.”

Sometimes I catch myself staring too long, letting my eyes linger over your mouth just to imagine what you  look like with your lips swelled up by me. I like to imagine you knowing what I am thinking, the way your hips shift when i pass, like you want me to know you are thinking it too.

I am writing this so you understand what I want to do... What I will do, if you let me. I want to find you in your office chair when the lights are low and the world outside is already asleep. I want to kneel between your knees and taste your skin, piel con piel, to see if you taste as forbidden as I imagine in my head every night.

I want to spread chocolate across your stomach, just so I can lick it off, slow and messy, while you arch up, while your hands scruching my back hairs, thighs crossing over me so i could not stop. I want you to beg, not for love, but for another taste, another thrust sexo salvaje, nothing soft, nothing safe.

My fantasies are not gentle... I want to push you down, press your mouth against every place that makes you moan, i wanna get scratched and make you beg for mercy. I want you to call me animal to pull my hair when it gets rough, to let out sounds only I get to hear. I want to leave you trembling against the wall, hands held above your head, body marked by my mouth.

Every time you call me “Sir” with your juicy mouth I heard that daddy with your eyes, I just want to punish you on the nearest desk where i could 

So I write you this, hoping you will read it and feel as dangerous, as wicked, as needy as I do waiting for the next time I catch you alone, waiting for that first line

to cross. 

Author :- Tushar Goswami