I walk down the corridor to your office, mad as all Hell. You were supposed to email me an important file over half an hour ago—what could be keeping you? In the office you're not known as Carol, the respected accountant, you're not known as Mrs Brown, the office gossip. You're known as the Fucking Ice Queen, the office prude, the uptight bitch. Always dressed appropriately in a business suit, even on the hottest days. No...

Walking to the conference room after a long hard day, I see you cleaning up after your presentation. It's been a week since I caught you in your office, rubbing your wet pussy, a week since I fucked you. We've had sex since, and it has been amazing, but, after seeing you today, I've been walking with a hard-on. Round the office, you're still known as "The Ice Queen," but I know you can be melted. And I know how wet you ca...

Another week has passed since we were caught by your husband. It's been a hard week for us because you've been called away for a conference. We haven't seen each other since. The office gossips have been talking about you, nonstop, all week. They've heard about your husband not being happy with you, and speculation about an affair is buzzing about the office. Reaching your office at the end of your first day back, I knock...

You have been so busy the last month that we've barely seen each other. I've seen you around the office, and it's taken all my self-control not to grab you, hike up your skirt, and fuck you over your desk again in front of everyone. You've had a distraction this last month. You've been telling me all about your slut secretary, and how, late at night, she's been eating your cunt. As I walk up to your office, I walk in with...