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A regular office girl going about her business attracts her boss's son. He can't stop thinking about what he would do to her as soon as they are alone. View table of contents...


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Submitted:Feb 17, 2012    Reads: 4,540    Comments: 6    Likes: 2   

Hi, this is my first attempt to writing Erotica. I would love to hear about what you think [might ditch this one if it has too many bad reviews. :( ] so please comment. Thanks! xoxo

Enuh's Diary:

I realized your attempts to get my attention and mentally rolled my eyes along with a sigh. Of course, I glanced sideways at those envious office girls who loathed me as much as they worshiped you. Not that I wanted your attention as much as they do, I barely cared for anybody and I didn't care about you at all. After all, I am not among the girls who would line up just to spend time with you.

Don't get me wrong, you are a dream as those girls would say-but not mine. I don't want your well-sculpted body or your boyish smile. I don't want your firm arms or your sexy eyes. I don't want any part of you, even if you are the boss's son. I have spent too much time with your kind-filthy pigs who used me, abused me and threw me away when they have satisfied their carnal urges.

I am not one of your trucks to play with and dispose of when some new, shiny toy comes along. Toy with those bimbos instead. Just leave me alone. I don't want your interest with me and I certainly don't want further attention from those girls who would stick their chewing gum on my hair, spill their hot coffee on my white blouse or scratch my car with their keys.

Then again, I must thank you for teaching me to be more patient and understanding to the plight of this envious bunch of "mini" girls. I cannot imagine the lengths they must have gone through just to catch your eye-wearing all that make-up, transparent blouses and mini-skirts. I am (or was) easily irritated but I would probably give you a trophy for allowing me to tune out their sing-song voices whenever you'd pass by their work space and the ability to ignore their constant strategies of trying to embarrass me. Puh-lease.

Matt's Diary:


Another day, same old Enuh.

What the hell am I doing wrong? I usually get what I want when I want it. Like Stef with those huge boobs and bra-less blouses. Or that wild what's-her-name who might have been an equestrian (if you get my drift). Or Chloe who would always want to meet me during lunch by the fire exit without her panties on. I must be losing my touch.

Enuh… I wanna taste her and get her all worked up for me. She doesn't seem like a virgin but shit she's so hot and looking at her ass just gives me a hard on. Damn it, she must be the only girl who doesn't even look at me when I lean by her cubicle.

I'm starting to notice all the other girls bullying her. Probably during the time she started out working at the office. I don't know. Hell, I noticed new blood as soon as I saw the exposed cleavage she was sporting when she was picking up her things. Too bad, I would've loved to see a bit of booty and wonder how they would feel on my cock.

I'm gonna have her, if it's the last thing I do. They wouldn't call me the Lady Killer if it weren't for my reputation and I have to live up with that. Fuck with them all, pussy is pussy and I wanna stick it to Enuh's and wait for her to ask for more.


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