It’s official I have a habit; no matter how many times I try to fight it, I always fall at the first hurdle. Yep, I’m addicted. Going cold turkey is not an option either. I’m addicted to the sky, the clouds, the stars; I’m addicted to sunrise and sunset, I love watching the moon in all of its glory.
The sun was slowly setting, the temperature had dropped slightly. Everybody had gone home including the cleaners. The office was deserted, almost! The door was shut but not locked; the blinds up and the window open. Music was playing quietly from the PC. You’re pummelling me from behind, banging the shit out of my pussy. I’m screaming filthy directives at