Incoming...
You knew you shouldn't respond yet the but the allure of those 3 dancing dots was far too delicious to resist
You squirm in your office chair to the backdrop of fingers dancing across keyboards and the murmur of office chatter. The hum of the air conditioning is constant, maintaining a temperature far below that of the sweltering, humid summer day outside. Yet you are hot. Increasingly so. And wet. Torturously. Heat stains your cheeks, the awareness of it only fuelling the flush in wickedly perpetual motion. Taking a slow breath,...
