✰-- 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐮𝐠𝐬

Amala wakes early in the morning hours, having fallen asleep for a bit right after that euphoric orgasm,and yes,as she miserably realised,the dildo definitely was still nestled in her.

Ew,ew,ew,ew.

Echoes through her mind while sitting up, abruptly opening her legs to assess the damage,and feeling the sore tension in her inner thighs traveling straight to her core.

Fuck.

While she has the strength,she removes the dildo from her wet cunt,and positions its glistening form atop one of her bedside tables,before finally, trudging towards the ensuite bathroom to take a quick refreshing shower.

A hot shower and 30 minutes spent changing her sheets to sanitizing her beloved dildo and burying it back into her treasure chest,Kamazia now lies with her back against the headbaord,head in her hands as she reminisces of the thoughts that she had orgasmed to, the images of her boss's face in font of her.

Imaginatively of course.

It still didn't mean that she wasn't fucked seven ways to Sunday.

Fuck,how to get him to fuck me Seven ways to Sunday?

She nibbles on her lower lip while trying to remove the vile thoughts from her mind,the on stream of letters that form words that form sentences and then paragraphs of what he could possibly do to her, but having no such luck as they instead grow more,those same scenarios stretching wider, dirtier, so vividly clearer.

Having her hunger multiply by tenfold.

Lying beneath satin silks sheets, having them tucked beneath her chin, she sighs as she lies and contemplates on how she'll be able to deliver that presentation on Monday without making a huge mess of herself, perhaps exposing herself in the course of action right there and then.

Closing her eyes, she rather tries to sleep,body still tired after one of the harshest, yet most satisfying orgasms she's ever gifted herself, now laying in the pools of her self magnifying guilt.

But sleep never comes, unfortunately.

Instead she's left to think, ponder, reminiscing over her thoughts of a few hours ago,the dirt that had tainted her mind and had her surging to the gates of heaven in that correct order.

Ironically, it did, seem to make sense.

Fuck it, if she didn't desire Mr.Kim even more now.

But she was still to remember, that he indeed, still, was her bosses bosses bosses boss,and that there indeed was a whole set of stairs, or in more definitive words, authority between them.

And that he indeed, was out of her league as well.

So it was better to squash her day dreaming, keeping her sexcificationing of the man at bay.

Right?

Of course.

She most probably would not.

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Smoke billowed from Taehyungs mouth as he blew the grey tendrils from his throat.Deep in thought, he leaned over the edge of the railing, feet planted close to each other, stood in a criss cross manner while watching below at the ongoing bustling of nightlife activity.

Peaceful, was the flow of traffic, only a couple of honks here and there, the occasional mutter of conversation flowing up to him, and of course, the never ending sirens in the far distance.

City life, albeit most of the time chaotic, succeeded in calming his ratchet nerves right now.

His mind rather, waa not calmed.

Not as he thought back to the vivid fantasies of lust he had experienced in the shower a couple hours ago.

How distinctively he could imagine the feel of soft brown skin on his,a smell he would bet half his trust fund on to be addictive,big hazel eyes, watering as he delivers thrust after thrust.

A fucking wild fantasy if you asked him, and that of one of his very few interns.

The lowest of rankings that he could go.

A employee not even granted a full time job just yet, and now still, even after realising all of this, was he still attracted to one of them.

He was in so much shit,so so much shit.
Shit that would lead to negative precautionaries, and yet...

Yet couldn't get the agitated taste out of his mouth at the thought of not having her.

The sqeeuze around his heart of not being able to glimpse at her beautiful self again.

He might as well have stated himself as psychotically obsessed.

At least it has only breached a physical barrier,at least he hadn't gone and fell in love with a woman he barely knew.

It was barely a save from being as pathetic as he was,but oh well.

He could very well be much closer to that default though,the thin strings of his restraint barely keeping him together.

What was wrong with him?

Fantasising of an employee below him his standard of work ethic, seeing the brown of her flesh in the hindsight of his mind,the soft touch of her skin as he trailed his hands along those brown planes,brown gorgeous brown chanting in his train of thought, the sound of how her moans would be like, whispered into his ear as he delivers thrust after thrust after -

Shit.

He did it again.

On God he did it again.

He was going to be sick.

Taking a calming breath, he tries to soothe his storming thoughts via meditation, ignoring the fact that it rarely ever worked for him, and instead starting to focus on his surroundings again.

The random hoot of a taxi three streets down,the hush of the wind in his ears,the flashing blue and red of a police car taking the road down below.

Peaceful.

Everything was, peaceful.

Everything would stay, peaceful.

He would handle himself.

He would act accordingly.

He would stop thinking about her legs,or the shapely form that they take if he stares for too long, or how her blouse tends to stretch across her full breasts or how elegantly she kneels to pick up a piece of paper or...

Fuck.

How he would face her on Monday, knowing what he did, what he couldn't seem to stop doing.

Alas, it was Monday's problems to worry about, and yet, something in his conscious has him nibbling on his thumb nail, something his mother would've scolded him for had she still been with them.

Thinking back to his mother now,he wondered if she would approve of his barbaric actions as is.

And he is left to feel that bone deep shame again, gauging the distance between the floor he was on and the bustling street below.

Maybe... accidentally falling down would do the dictionary meaning of peaceful justice?

He definitely was growing psychologically sick, wasn't he?

And this over a woman.

Such a gorgeous black woman.

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Hiiiiiiiii !

Sorry for ghosting y'all for two months,ig?