Alexander — otherwise known as the office Adonis — starred in my dreams.

Blue eyes. Blond hair. Built like the centerfold of a beefcake magazine, he was the inspiration for every one of my x-rated fantasies.

When Alexander walked past my desk on the way to the copy machine, I sprang an instant hard-on. It’s not that he was flirty, or that he said anything seductive, or even that he looked my way. Alexander wears a pair of slacks like nobody’s business, and his tight hindquarters in those gray gabardine pants made me want to follow him into the copy room, bend him over the machine, and fuck him for hours.

Instead, I focused on the files on my computer screen and prayed for noon to arrive. At lunch, I could retreat to my car, kick back in the seat, and jerk off to visions of... Leer Más