His mouse hovered over the link while his hand vibrated lightly. He read the synopsis and wondered whether he should read it, but something in the pit of his stomach began the slow familiar burn of temptation.
His thoughts turned to her, his co-worker. She had been through a lot and confided in him. He had to admit to himself that he felt the stir when she divulged that she wrote erotic fiction. He had read the literature and have found it extremely effective, but he had never met an author. Sitting in his office as she so casually dropped that she wrote the sordid material made his heart skip a beat.
He didn't feel it appropriate to ask for a sample, even though he was curious, but the conversation swirled in his mind till he could take it no more and began the investigation. He recalled she had stated her work was posted online. She had even mentioned her stalemate with a Beauty and the Beast story that had become dark, and the joy of re-writing fairy tales.
With the minimal information he had begun the search online. After many clicks and adventures down strange rabbit holes he discovered Literotica. He clicked on the available profile and was surprised at the description. If this was her she definitely hid that side from the school community. Delving further he found her Twitter account. Part of him felt almost dirty stalking her like this, but he pushed the thoughts aside, pursuing more information before making judgement whether it was truly her.
Her profile picture looked like her. He knew those legs, he had observed them many times, crossed in his office as she vented to him. She always wore shorts which showed off her long, muscular legs. Granted the picture was of younger legs, but he could not mistake them as hers. He flicked through the photos on her timeline. He felt his cock stir at the image of her full breasts covered in freckles. He blushed imagining her standing naked in his office, those breasts bare to him.
The next photo sealed the deal, those gorgeous legs in the bath. He could almost see parts of her he really shouldn't, and it excited him. What he did see were the tattoos he knew well. It was her, and he returned to the story sight to view the list of short stories she had created.
He started with the Fractured Fairy Fucktales and was instantly aroused, and slightly impressed at her writing skills. She had mentioned that she writes for emotion, placing her readers in the story and he could feel that in her writing as his hand instinctually moved to the growing bulge in his pants.
He relived the memories of popular fairy tales presented in a very different light, enjoying the sensations that they aroused within him. His fingers manipulated the hardening rod contained at his crotch, pressing firmly against the shaft, and massaging the length. He breathed deeply with each stoke, feeling himself stiffen further with each word he read.
