OPPOSITE PLEASURE - Story

Passionate interracial sex story of a redhead and her lover

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Did anyone else constantly see what I saw? Sat as I often was beneath the luminated computer screen at my desk, my eyes would naturally levitate towards the strikingly sexy male figure that would regularly stride past. I was always acutely aware of exactly where he was, his presence I found disarming and I tried to hide any sign of my constant interest. I never knew until now how some men’s charisma could be so choking, have a way of leaving you feeling maddeningly stupid and shy, but then my experience of men was pretty limited. I wouldn’t say I was an unattractive girl, but somehow I never quite caught the attention of boys like some of my friends did. I often wondered if my frame was too petite, maybe even a little boyish. This was partly due to my lack of breasts and non-existent cleavage, I never quite felt I had the tools to tease. I found myself regularly...

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checking out the tall muscular frame of a certain person in the office, admiring how his clothing offered an appealing hint of what lay beneath. I loved how his well-tailored shirts would encase his torso in such a manner that I could see the shape of his defined muscular arms, ah, stop it, I would often tell myself, but then other days I would let my thoughts run away with themselves and imagined his arms encasing me. He certainly worked out, that I could instantly tell, he had that strong muscular maleness I found so incredibly alluring. For months when he spoke to me all I could manage was a rather choked hello, or a somewhat plastic response to his often direct, albeit nice charming questions. Even answering him with just a few pleasantries caused me to blush and fumble…