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Office Voyeur Fever: Sylvie’s Secret Show

The open-plan office buzzes. Monday morning. My eyes lock on her. Sylvie. Petite brunette in the box opposite. Discreet curves. White blouse hugs modest cleavage. Skin so pale, creamy. Heart quickens. I hide behind my… 

Red Confession: Silver Mirrors Ignite Forbidden Heat

Bénédicte glances at her watch. Five minutes to closing. Finally. Sigh. Exhaustion claws her bones. High heels snag the wool carpet all day. Smiles forced. ‘Yes, Madam!’ ‘Of course, Sir!’ For cherry pits. She shelves…