Honry and Wet Work Day for me

I woke up burning with need. It wasn’t just the usual morning ache — I was drenched, so wet I could feel a thin layer of slick coating my inner thighs as I rolled out of bed. My pussy pulsed with leftover dreams, and I couldn’t resist slipping a hand under my tank top, brushing over my nipples until they stood stiff, sending jolts of pleasure that shot straight between my legs. One finger on my clit, pressing gently, had me gasping. I wanted to ride that wave, but I was already running late. So I left myself throbbing, mind buzzing with filthy possibilities.

Dressing for the Tease

I chose my tightest leather skirt — short enough that, if I shifted or bent even slightly, someone could catch a glimpse of my thong. Paired it with a fitted blouse that hugged my tits, unbuttoning enough to let a hint of cleavage poke through. No bra. The friction of fabric against my nipples made them practically ache by the time I headed out the door. Sitting in the driver’s seat, each bump in the road teased me further, the wetness pooling in my thong, reminding me how worked up I was.

Arrival: Already Soaked

At the office, I couldn’t focus. The seat of my chair pressed against my clit, and every small movement sparked a new rush of arousal. When a coworker asked me something mundane, I nearly moaned at the…