Tag: Morgan

It’d been a while since Morgan had had a meltdown in front of me. This morning, it happened again.

It was a bit before the mid-morning coffee break. I was about to get up to get my morning IV shot of caffeine when she casually passed by my desk and asked for my help with some stationery inventory. I was impressed by how nonchalant she was acting considering the signs of arousal she was displaying beneath her clothes. And of course, as I was getting excited (not my fault, I swear!), so was she. So we went away, and the moment we were away from view, she pushed herself against me, straddling my thigh with her damp crotch. Continue reading “Holding… Firm?”

Morgan dropped by my desk this morning, asking me to follow her to  her office. I tried refusing, claiming that I had to finish editing some articles, but she would have none of it. She leaned over and dangled those hypnotic, jacket-contained breasts in front of my eyes, and said if I didn’t do as she asked, I’d be in trouble for what I’d done to her two weeks ago. I swallowed hard. I -knew- this was going to explode in my face. Continue reading “Morning Heat”

I met with Morgan last night. I didn’t bang her brains out, which left me with mixed feelings of relief and disappointment. She was dressed very conservatively and standoff-ish. When I came in, she asked me to sit down (pointing at a one-man comfy chair in the living room) and offered me some coffee. Then she got things off her chest. It sort of went like this (I’m going off memory, sorry): Continue reading “Meeting w/Morgan”

So how have things been at work between Morgan and I, you ask? Weird, very weird.

Naturally, after what happened last Thursday, Morgan and I avoided each other all day. At first, I thought I was the one doing most of the avoiding, but it soon became clear (from the averted glances, or the seemingly accidental changes in her trajectory when I popped up nearby) that Morgan was making efforts to avoid me as well. We really didn’t talk much on Friday, except when I handed her some papers or when I answered some necessary questions. Continue reading “Weird @ Work”

They say you shouldn’t mess with the payroll (though “they” don’t always use the word “mess”). But what are you supposed to do when the payroll messes with you?

Last night, buried with work as I was, I stayed late at the office. There I was, minding my own business, when the mother of all erections suddenly hit me. It felt REALLY good, to be honest, but I immediately considered this could be a faerie trick (which, to be honest, is the basis for a lot of my sex life). Still, knowing WHY you’re getting excited doesn’t always do much to get RID of the issue, so I got up and headed toward the restrooms. And as I passed my boss Morgan’s office on the way there, I peeked inside to see if she was working late too. Continue reading “Don’t Mess With the Payroll”