My natural air of melancholy was often mistaken for unhappiness caused by some trouble, hence my fellow students always tried to cheer me up in vain. ... knew exactly the cause of this melancholy: I was in love, not with a particular person, but with the notion of love and masculinity. My burgeoning body longed to be touched, kissed, dominated. Its thirst demands to be quenched by a virile body. Every night, in the dark silence of the night, my hand would caress my entire body and experience the. " I untucked my legs and spread them, revealing my silky white panties under my skirt as I leaned over to touch my toes. I looked at him to see if his eyes were in my crotch. They were and I tried my hardest not to smirk. I didn't want him to know I was trying to seduce him in case he didn't want to be with me like that. Brian stopped stretching and bent his knees, crossing his arms over them as he watched me stretch. "Try to reach your hand as far past your toes as you can." I leaned forward. We just weren’t allowed to do that any longer. One of my colleagues had been hauled over the coals for daring to talk about a project to a colleague in another department without having first obtained permission from the other guy’s manager! Talk about a silo mentality!I’d had about ten minutes back at my desk when I got the expected call. Our section head summoned me. I hit the washroom on the way up to his office to check my tie was straight.“Mr Wilcox, you wanted to see me?”“Come in,. . But I feel it coming up again so just shut up and fuck me."The next morning Linda lay in bed after Will left for work. She lay there still nude from last night's activities She replayed the details of the night and smiled to her self as she stretched cat like. It certainly had been satisfying. Better than ever before by a long shot. Will had never fucked her that way before and she loved it. She found she loved the way that new word rolled on her tongue, fuck... fuck... fuck.Later she found.