Body Betrayal

So... I'm sitting at my desk, and my body is betraying me. I'm pegging away at the keys and all I can think about is the achey emptiness between my knees. I seem to be doing a little dance routine here.

Bite Lip. Cross legs. Squeeze thighs. Breathe Deep. Swallow. Repeat.

God, how I wish to feel firm hands placing themselves on the inside of my knees and slowly pulling them further and further apart. To feel the small rush of air against the bare flesh of my thighs. To feel those hands slip high up my legs, getting closer to where I feel that distinct limbo between completely empty and knowing I'll soon be filled. I need it so much. I'm not sure if a woman should be these aware of the absence of a throbbing cock inside of her.

Licks lips. Looks around at the busy office to see if anyone can notice the heat on my cheeks or the way my mouth is slightly agape.

I try to lean forward and focus on my laptop and continue my work; I stop myself by wondering how many months along would I have to be before my baby bump would press against the desk enabling me from typing without having to pull the keyboard closer. I smirk imagining how I would stretch the skirts and blouses I wear now. Some of the buttons would most likely burst or break off with the slightest movement. Then I envision shopping for maternity clothes. Baby clothes! I smile thinking of how I would dress my children. God I hope I carry multiples!! I slightly groan at my desk and realize I was rubbing my thighs while using their thickness to squeeze my swollen sex underneath the desk.

I feel the wild cat inside of me yowling out in frustration. My eyes begin to scope the office for testosterone bearing males. My eyes have become that of a starving predator. I squint and spot an intern. Younger than I would prefer my breeding studs, but perhaps his stamina can make up for it? I bite my lips and imagine his willingness to give an older woman exactly what shes been needing. Eager to fuck and be a fantasy.

Then a larger frame crosses my vision. I turn and follow the target. I cross my legs at the knees and slide my hand over my mound. I ever so gently stroke my 2 fingers along the thick crotch seam that hides my own slit. I arch my back and grind myself into that seam. I let out a long breathe and close my eyes for a moment. I open them again and assess the man. He seems more suited for a laboring job, or at least his body does. Good genes. I almost practically drool. I feel my nipples harden at the thought of him being a dark, wild thing in the bedroom. Of him being insatiable and always ready to reassert himself as my body's master.

Another man walks by. "You got it boss!" I chime it to him and smile as he keeps walking. Okay, so maybe not that desperate. The man is nice enough, but he is much older and such a hard ass. I would rather die then fully submit.

I see the glint of gold by the water cooler. Ahh... The new guy. Freshly married and with a baby on the way. Could he go two for two? My eyes widen at my thoughts. I can't believe them.

So this is me, at least for about 6 days out of the month. When I'm at peak, when I'm needing to breed more than anything else. I sit at my desk and my body betrays my every thought and silly notion. I should have more reservations, I shouldn't entertain such proclivities. Yet, I lick my lips and lightly stroke my skin and picture the men of the office filling me with their potent, liquid heat. Some are married, some are not. Some worthwhile, and some just a pole upon which to sit. I should have more shame, but every month I get less and less. Every month I think I am one step closer to the next step. No longer being the predator who watches, but the hunter who pounces. To listening to all my bodily instincts and giving in. To becoming a mommy. <3