When I was about eighteen, I remember going up to the attic with several Sunday papers. I was all alone in the house. I wanted to play in my papers. I... usually consisted of rubbing and wrapping the sections onto my nude body. I vaguely felt like I wanted to be absorbed into the newspaper. The Sports section excited me most. All of a sudden I felt myself get very hard and for the first time in my life I had an orgasm. It was like I was being absorbed into the newspaper! I was completely hooked. . like, it shaped like a cylinder and I guess it's about six inches long when its hard, and I can almost wrap my fingers around it. It's sort of silky and smooth and, when he goes off, (that's what he calls it when he shoots his stuff), it jumps in my hand.It's even harder to describe how it feels to have it inside me. The first time there was a sharp pain when he broke me and then there was just a sort of pressure. But it felt wonderful. And when he went off, it felt all hot and wet. But now. I was standing in front of the toilet doing my business when the door quickly opened. Obviously, I had failed to lock the door and the occupant of the other office burst in.I was startled and suffice it to say my aim was off and my urine dripped down my khaki pants. When I looked back, I saw my office neighbor for the first time. It would be difficult to determine who was shocked the most – her or me. She stuttered through an, “I’m sorry,” and then glanced down to see me trying to zip my pants. ”“You have my heart.”We pressed our naked bodies closer together under the sheet.He laid his hand on my bare chest. “Thump thump.”“Make it beat faster.”Jacob leaned over and suctioned his lips around my puffy nipple. “Thump thump. Thump thump,” he murmured. Then he slid his free hand across my thigh and rubbed my clit.My hand found his balls. I caressed them with my fingertips.He halted his gentle touches, reached under the mattress, and yanked out a wrapped condom. “They're everywhere.” He.