Frank and I have been working together for about a year.

Our relationship started out platonically enough, with business trips and late-night working dinners. Then we started spending more time together out of choice. Soon it became clear that we felt an attraction for each other; the invisible pull was working on both of us. At first, we didn’t say anything about it to each other.

We’d go for drinks with everyone, and then somehow find ourselves back at the office, or walking in the same direction to get a train or catch a bus. As time went on, these coincidental moments seemed to be happening more frequently. Frank is everything I look for in a man: good-looking, intelligent, charming. But what got to me the most was his youthful spirit. I found it very enticing, and it made me want to explore him further.

One night I was working late and had lost track of the time. I thought I was the only person in the office, until I heard Frank picking up his voice-mail messages in the next room. My thoughts began to run wild. We were both there alone, again. I was so horny from the sexual tension that had been quietly building up between us. The rush of adrenaline gave me a boost of courage. I figured it was now or never. I wanted contact with him. I decided to send him the following e-mail message:

“Frank, I’m picturing you beside me, kissing me sweetly, gently, with your mouth closed, then opening it for a passionate kiss, deep and wet. Your hands touch my neck, making their way down my arm, finally lacing your fingers through mine. As I think these thoughts, I open my pants and slip my fingers down to my wetness. I imagine my finger is your tongue — stroking, circling, softly at first, then harder. I feel as if all the blood in my body is centered under my fingers. I continue to focus, imagining only you, your tongue, your lips, and now your cock. I feel so hot as I picture your penis lingering between my legs. I can feel it near my lips. I want it so badly I feel like crying out.”

I pressed the send button and waited anxiously. Frank’s quick reply:

“Your e-mail was magic. I want more! I sit here, my heart pounding, imagining the taste of your kiss — a sweet taste that signals how hard I am for you. I am imagining how it feels to kiss you, feeling the lightness of your tongue. I unzip your pants and pull them down to the floor as I nuzzle the insides of your thighs. I move slowly and hear your breathing get heavier. The heat and the wetness of your pussy are radiating through the silk. I gently stroke through the fabric, then pull your panties to one side, exposing the glistening lips. I move my tongue up and down, savoring your sweet, erotic taste. I am so hot I want to take you that moment, but instead slowly begin to move around your clit, tasting it, rotating the tip of my tongue over and around its hardness. I am dying to feel you come, to lick and taste your juices. I gently probe the tender walls with one finger as you suck on one finger from my other hand. I can feel you pulsing inside. The walls around us are slowly disappearing, and I am absorbed by my thoughts of you. I move more quickly on your soft clit. You push against my mouth and against my hand, throwing your head back. I move up and whisper in your ear how much I want to fuck you. Our lips touch as we kiss, feeling the quickening of each other’s breathing.”

I was bursting with sensations as I read Frank’s e-mail. I poured all my pent-up feelings into my next message:

“Frank, I have this urge to feel you right now, to feel your skin against mine. I imagine how you look with your shirt off, how your skin feels and tastes. I imagine kissing your neck, kissing a path to your nipples, which quickly become hard, then from your nipples to your belly button and then down to the line where your pants begin. I can’t tell you how excited I get as I approach the source. I picture your cock as we undo your pants. I picture the drop of wetness on its tip; wetness that I would love to put my lips to. I yearn to feel your hardness. The muscles in my pussy begin to tense as I become softer and wetter on the outside. I imagine taking your hardness in my hands and guiding you toward me; how it would feel to rub my clit with your hardness, massage the inside of my pussy lips, making me hotter with every movement. I imagine holding you and directing you to enter, arching so that you can slide deep into my wetness. I want you to take me completely, and I want to take all of you as well. Take me — ”

Frank’s reply:

“I imagine you sucking my ear, whispering passionately, ‘Fuck me.’ I slowly enter you and feel the walls of your wet pussy fold around my shaft. You take me all the way in. We move quickly against each other, me pushing into you, you rising up to meet my every thrust. We push harder and faster. I can feel your muscles becoming more tense, your legs wrapping around me; in your voice I hear your orgasm approaching. You’re getting closer and closer to the edge as my cock becomes harder and harder inside you. I drive deeper into you, pulling all the way out and then thrusting deeply again. You are on the verge, and I feel a wave beginning to crest throughout your body. I pump faster and faster, feeling the swelling in my balls. In a moment you scream out. The tightening of your pussy overcomes us both as I explode inside you. The throbbing of my cock matches wave after wave after wave of your orgasm. Then there is nothing but whiteness between us for the next few moments, and nothing surrounds us except our heaving chests and pounding hearts. I hold you tight; then, slowly, we kiss.”

That evening Frank and I never made it home. After his last message, we both signed off with electronic kisses and I sat in my office absorbing the intensity of those exchanges. I’m not certain when Frank came into my office, but I can tell you that we made good on every desire expressed in our e-mail.