Erotic one shots for the night III The Affairs [Completed]

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The young man, barely out of his teens, trudged through the rain-soaked streets. His worn-out shoes squeaked with each step, a pathetic attempt to convey the weight of his despair. Everywhere he looked, people hurried past him, their faces lit up with purpose. But his own face was pale and drawn, a testament to the endless stream of abuse he had been forced to endure. His boss, Karen, had a way of making him feel smaller than he already was. She would publicly belittle him, humiliate him in front of his colleagues, and then laugh it off as if it were some sort of sick joke. And yet, he couldn't help but feel a twisted sort of attraction to her. A part of him longed to be close to her, to feel her sharp tongue and icy glare. Perhaps it was the contrast between her cruelty and his own helplessness that fascinated him. Or maybe it was the thrill of being wanted by someone so completely unobtainable. Whatever the reason, he knew that he could never escape from this cycle of abuse and desire. Not as long as Karen was around.

And so, he trudged through the night, his heart heavy with the knowledge that tomorrow would bring another day of torment at the hands of his ruthless boss. But as he turned the corner and saw the familiar outline of the office building looming in the distance, something shifted inside him. A subtle change in his step, a newfound determination burning in his eyes. For tonight, he would have what he had always craved. He would have Karen.

As he slipped into the building, the silence of the empty halls enveloped him like a warm blanket. The fluorescent lights flickered ominously, casting eerie shadows across the deserted office space. He crept down the hall, his heart pounding in his chest as he imagined Karen's reaction when she saw him. Would she be angry? Excited? Or perhaps a little bit of both? He couldn't help but smile to himself at the thought.

Finally, he reached her office. The door was slightly ajar, inviting him in. Taking a deep breath, he pushed it open and stepped inside. The room was dimly lit, the only illumination coming from the glow of her computer screen. Karen sat at her desk, her back to him, her hair loose around her shoulders. She was wearing a black lace bra and matching thong, her legs spread invitingly apart. For a moment, he couldn't believe his eyes. Then, slowly and carefully, he closed the distance between them.

"Hello, Karen," he whispered, his voice barely audible over the sound of his own racing heart. She didn't react, didn't even flinch. But he could feel her tension building, could sense the anticipation rolling off her in waves. Gently, he reached out and traced the outline of her shoulder with his finger. She shivered delicately under his touch, and it was all he could do not to lose control.

"You shouldn't be here," she breathed, her voice a husky whisper. "We could get caught."

"I know," he whispered back, his lips brushing against her ear. "But I couldn't resist."

Without another word, he pushed her back onto the desk, burying his face in her neck as he felt her legs wrap around his waist. Their bodies moved together in a frenzied dance of need and desire, a desperate attempt to scratch some unnameable itch that had been plaguing them both for far too long. And as they came together in a shattering climax, he knew that for tonight, at least, they were both free. Free from the chains of their twisted relationship, free from the roles they had been forced to play. In this moment, they were just two people, connected by desire and need and a shared sense of the absurd. And as they lay there, panting and sweaty and sated, he couldn't help but wonder what tomorrow would bring. But for now, at least, he could enjoy the feeling of being wanted. Even if only for a little while.

Karen slowly sat up, her eyes meeting his in the dim light of the office. There was a newfound softness to her gaze, a vulnerability that he had never seen before. For a moment, they just looked at each other, and he could feel the weight of all their unspoken words and unfulfilled desires pressing down on them like a leaden blanket. And then, without a word, she leaned in and kissed him. It was a gentle, almost shy kiss, but it was enough to make his heart skip a beat.

When they finally pulled apart, she smiled at him, a wry twist of her lips that was somehow both amused and sad. "You know," she said, her voice barely above a whisper, "I think I'm going to have to fire you in the morning."

He laughed, a bitter sound that was more like a cough. "I think I already knew that, Karen."

She nodded, her expression softening further. "Well, you're right. It's the only way this can ever really end, isn't it?"

He thought about it for a moment, then reached out and took her hand. "I guess it is." And as they sat there together in the quiet of the empty office, he couldn't help but wonder if, somewhere out there, there was a place where they could find some sort of happiness together. A place where they didn't have to play these twisted games, where they could just be themselves. Or maybe it was enough just to know that they had found each other, even if only for a fleeting moment in the vast, empty expanse of their lonely lives.

Outside, the first rays of dawn crept over the horizon, casting a warm, golden light across the city. The office building slowly came to life, as workers began to file in, oblivious to the quiet, intimate scene playing out within. Karen and her assistant, their bodies still entwined, their hearts still racing from the intensity of their shared experience. As they stood up and straightened their clothes, they exchanged one final glance before going their separate ways. She walked out of the room with a newfound spring in her step, a sense of liberation that she hadn't felt in years. He, on the other hand, lingered for a moment longer, relishing the memory of her touch, the taste of her lips on his skin. Then, with a sigh, he turned and walked out of the room, his steps already taking him toward the inevitable confrontation with his boss. But for now, at least, he could savor the memory of the night they were truly together. The night they were both free.