Red Confession: Office Fever Turns Real
Deserted office corridors hummed with silence. Hot June Saturday. Sweat beaded on my skin as I hammered my report. Key rattles in the lock. Her quick steps echo. Heart slams. It’s her—the one fueling my…
Red Confession: Archives Inferno with My Young Accountant
The archives reek of old paper and dust, deep in the basement. No one comes here. I locked the door. Heart slamming, I push the cart of files toward the high shelf. Antoine follows, innocent.…
Office Fever: My Secretary Watches Me Jerk Off and Drinks Every Drop
Days blurred after that wild night. Nathalie left for family vacation. Summer dragged. Her singing voice echoed in my skull. Those voluptuous curves. Porcelain hands. Delicate fingers tracing my skin. Round little tits haunted me.…