There are few things in life that I enjoy more than having a crush. I love my fiance and I have no want or need to turn to another, but I do like to pretend from time to time.
A man who has been coming to my work makes me giggle. He is a flirt and treats all the ladies the same way but I feel thrilled to be around him. He looks at me and I want unbutton my blouse; he speaks and I want to rub my vagina against his lips; he takes my hand and my juices start to flow. A magnetic pull urges me toward him, just talking about it I feel the familiar throb between my legs.
He is my fantasy, masturbation fodder, a little excitement in my day. Soon he will start coming in when I have already left for the day. But I will think of him. And I will swoon.