HIYA!
I have several stories I have yet to publish. This is the first story I've done in first person. Yes grammar needs work, still trying to find an editor I feel comfortable with. I appreciate all the feedback I'm being given and I hope I don't botch the first person too badly. (palewriter I hope this is more your genre)
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"Today she wore that green skirt I love. I've seen her bend over a dozen times. Her round tight ass doesn't budge in them. She clearly does it to arouse me. I fantasize about forcing her over my desk and..."
I have to put my phone down for a minute. I can feel my heart racing reading it. It had taken me hours to read all the stories he had written about me. My boss, Duncan, had a Literotica account.
It was by pure accident I found out. I love Literotica and read it all the time but I don't write on it. One day, reading erotic coupling, I came across a story of his. I read it because I thought it was funny the authors penname was similar to Duncan's personal email.
It was a detailed account of a personal moment for me. I had been embarrassed to read it. My grandmother had passed. He had hugged me when I started to come close to tears. The writing was caring and sweet even if it did end in sex.
He called me "Noel" and he called himself "Ethan" in the stories. It's our middle names. I read all of them and only two made me certain they were about me. For a while I thought I was making up connections. I mean, what were the odds I would stumble across them?
I have never looked at my boss that way before. It has been nearly two weeks since I found the post. Reading the most recent one I don't have a doubt left in my mind. I know the green skirt he was talking about. I wear it when I need to feel sexy. It tucks in my stomach and makes my ass look great.
Duncan is a Lawyer and an awesome boss. I'm studying to be a paralegal and he pays me great to be his assistant. He doesn't coddle me and he always encourages me to push myself. He's 46 but looks like he's in his thirties. I know his birthday because I set up his plane tickets and the require it. I'm 28 and I hope I look younger too.
I have to admit he is good looking. 20 years older than me and he goes to great lengths to be healthy. He eats better than me and works out twice as much as I do. He has short brown hair he keeps trimmed. His face is always smooth and his suits are always pressed. He has the kindest blue eyes and this sweet lopsided smile.
I'm 5'7 and even with my tallest heels I'm only eye level with him. He's 6'3 and lean. Last year he did Iron man. He has a picture of himself pouring sweat with his buddies after the race. I think I'd die if I tried to work out that hard.
Before I just admired how hard he must work to be so successful and healthy. Now though, I've been feeling this twinge of need to see how long of a marathon we could hold together.
Every day since I found the stories I had been checking again to see if he wrote more. I favorited his work and saw that the last story he wrote was favorited by over 20 people in just a day. His fantasies about me had become a following for some. I find it hard to believe people were aroused by imagining me with my boss.
I can't help but feel part of their interest is because of how nicely he depicted my body. I'm 5'7 and really skinny. I have a butt but minimal tits. He made it seem like I was a walking Barbie doll. If my buttons ever strained to contain my breast it was because I shrunk my shirt. I do squats like my life depends. I felt rewarded for my efforts seeing he spent nearly 3 paragraphs describing my back side in one story.
In his stories my frizzy brown hais is actually silky and dark chocolate . My dark green eyes are dazzling and lust filled. My thin lips were tantalizing and seductive. My teeth were pearly white. I bleach my teeth but he wrote as if I could blind people with them. He described my face in such detail I haven't forgotten makeup a single day since. I have never had someone study me so much before. He even mentioned the scar I have on my cheek that looks like a dimple when I smile.
Every so often Duncan will lock himself in his office asking me to hold his calls. In one story he said it was to jack off because I teased him too much to control himself. I can't lie, the next time he told me to not let anyone disturb him I'd rushed to the bathroom and touched myself.
My work is starting to hurt because all I can do is look at my boss and fantasize. He never flirts with me. He never makes a pass or implies anything he shouldn't. He got a divorce two years ago so it's not like he's cheating on anyone.
All I can think is that he's afraid I'll rebuff him and he'll be in trouble legally. Going home with wet panties hoping he gives me something to masturbate too isn't going to cut it anymore. I have to make the first move, I just don't know how.
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Today has been insane. Duncan yelled at me but only because he was frustrated. Normally I'd be hurt but today I wanted to jump him and tell him to take his anger out on me in a more productive way. His eyes hold so much fire it warms me to my toes.
"Sarah I need a lunch break just hold my calls ok?" I nod and he slams the door shut.
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I can't believe its been nearly four hours. He usually cools off after an hour. My phone is buzzing. There is a notification from my favorite author. He has written a new story. He has been in there writing!
I swear my hands are trembling while I read. I turn my back to the front door. If someone walks in they won't see me on the phone. The title was always the same. "My Love Assistant" he just changed the chapter. The description of this one though makes me want to reconsider reading it here.
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"Noel lets me use her rough to help me unwind."
I was just thinking how much I wanted him to unwind with me but I could never imagine him rough. In all his stories and all the time I've known him he has been gentle and passionate. I know today has been bad but he couldn't be THAT stressed can he? I read his story to find out.
***** Noel slinks into the office shortly after Ethan slams his phone down. His case is falling apart and there isn't much he can do about it. Noel had processed the papers and knew why he was cursing at someone on the phone.
She wore a tan dress that cut low nearly flashing the top of her pink bra. It hugged her perfectly and it came to mid-thigh. As always her hair was in a tight bun. She thought it made her look older and more respectable. It clashed with the eye catching outfits she wore and the stiletto heels she liked to strut around in.
Even though he had no desire to fuck Ethan's eyes slid down her to admire the off white pumps she was in. He had never met a woman with so many shoes.
