It's funny how little I know about you, given what we shared at Kristen's party. I have to admit that I've become obsessed with you. I've gone through...her Facebook friend list countless times, thinking I must have missed your profile. I'm sure I'd recognize your photograph, yet I don't see it there. This, writing to you secretly at midnight, is the best way I can be close to you right now. I haven't worn that red dress since the party, yet every time I see it hanging in my closet I can feel. You grab my ankles pushing them up to my head…I squeal from the rush of adrenaline I get from how strong you are, how you just take me, and do as you please, to my pleasure. You growl a deep growl and just like that, the wave of desire and ecstasy rolls off of me. I feel your tongue in the place I needed most. Running over my swollen clit, mmMmm I almost can’t control myself. I start shaking and sweating even harder…my moans coming quicker my breathing way more rapid. You look at me and tell. "We shouldn't do this" I said. "You can get into serious trouble" but he just looked at me and kissed me again. "Into my office, bring your clothes please Alexander" The office was small with an old oak desk and single locker looking wardrobe. There was a sink in the corner near a radiator where a few white towels were stacked. The room was lit by three opaque high level windows with clasps that you needed a pole to open them. It looked like a room that hadn't changed since the school was built. I stood up reluctantly and without dressing up moved to the kitchen. I didn’t feel cold after the warmth of the bed.- I’m glad you’ve woken up. Good morning, honey! – my wife said slicing a cucumber. – I’m cooking a salad for you. Are you hungry?My thoughts were far from breakfast. My wife turned back and saw my huge erection. She smiled but said nothing. I came up, embraced her and pressed my hot penis to her short dressing gown.- Darling, why don’t we fuck for a while?My hands were working.