The womanizer

he let go of the kiss but I coul

." I st

ou moan so loud.. until you c

again but he

going home.. I

ney" he said and gav

gue, he grabbed my two hands and placed them on his

ove" he said weakl

ved towards my mountain-like chest, his left hand crawled tow

e parking lot, I'm going to break you up"

hamed to

get used to it soon" he sa

______

Next

his company after the shame

talking to someone will just

anything" said my friend s

stood up, before I knocked on

or, when I opened the door I saw my boss sta

aking "Sir, Mr. Susho

at me and I could se

ught he was going to wash but he

w here at the office, I migh

y to handle the situation. His lips pressed against mine, and I could feel his urgency, his desir

to push him away gently. But his grip on

pered, his breath hot against

let this continue. Gathering my resolve, I pushed against him

rembling with a mixture of fear an

stration and longing, but eventually

said with a smirk, his eye

desire, and a gnawing sense of unease warred within me. What had I gotten myself into?

ste in my mouth. As I stepped into the office, every corner seemed to hold a reminder of our encounter – the parking l

ss my face. I offered a weak smile, not wanting to burden her with the truth of my inner turmoil. But as I pre

a drumbeat of dread. With trembling hands, I knocked on the door, steeling myself for whatever lay on th

you," I said, my voice steady de

the hunger burning within them. In an instant, he closed the distance betwee

pressing down on me like a suffocating blanket. Yet even as I fought to break free, a p

attle between my principles and my desires, between the need to resist and the temptation to surrender. And as I walked aw

mundane tasks of the workday. Each passing moment felt like a countdown to the next inevitable en

oming a constant shadow looming over me. Yet amidst the chaos of his advances, a flicke

rs, I knew that I couldn't continue down this treacherous path any longer. With trembl

u," I said, my voice betraying non

over me as I met his gaze head-on. No longer would I allow myself t

of his office and the toxic allure of his touch. For the first time in what felt like an eternity, I felt a

d be fraught with challenges. But with each step forward, I vowed to reclaim my voice, my a

ur forbidden encounter. The memory of his touch lingered like a bittersweet melo

that threatened to consume me whole. I longed to break free from the shackles of his

ounding in my chest like a drumbeat of uncertainty. As I stood before him, the air th

," I said, my voice trembling with

cknowledgment of the boundaries that had been crossed. In that moment, a sense of libera

e and deceit that threatened to ensnare me. With each step forward, I felt a renewed sense

d would be fraught with challenges. But with each obstacle I faced, I vowed to