No part of our lives had been left untouched by the infuriating pandemic. From health to financial to social activity. The impact had been enormous. And never more so than in our romantic relationships and sex lives. In a recent survey in England, almost half of all the women said they would consider a non-monogamous affair now.
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Unsurprisingly, given lockdowns and social distancing, the 18-40 age group fantasised about sex constantly. And for those without a partner, it had been even more frustrating. So much so, that many females had tuned into online porn sites to satisfy their hunger.
Easily accessible, there can be no doubt that hardcore porn pandered to the side of the male, endlessly depicting men using women for their exclusive pleasure, and leaving her wanting.
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And this is where Emma Watson came into the picture. She believed that the thriving sex positivity movement celebrated sex as natural and shame-free. In a conscious attempt to titillate and stimulate, Emma chose the old chestnut of sex with the boss for her next erotic tale for the female oriented website CLIMAX2022.
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'The Office Fling.'
The traffic lights were taking their own sweet time to change from red to green, and Emma swore again.
It had been one of those nights when all she wanted was to get home and unwind after a long day. Unfortunately, Mister Cale had called her unexpectedly and told her that she was needed back at the office, ASAP.
The lights finally changed and Emma sped off into the chaos of the West London traffic.
At last, she came to a halt outside her workplace building which was shrouded in darkness, save for a few lights here and there.
"Is that?"
Silhouetted by the lamp at the entrance of the twenty floor building was her boss, looking at his watch over and over.
"Bastard! I hate him!"
She stepped out of her fire truck red Toyota Prius and wrapped her coat tighter around her against the cool night air.
Jeremy Cale. The bane of her existence these last six months.
"Finally. Come on. We have to send a letter of acknowledgement to the New York office immediately."
Emma kept her mouth shut as they took the lift to the sixth floor, feeling that tension as per usual.
From out of the corner of her eye, Emma glanced at the admittedly good looking, but unscrupulous lothario of the company.
Well groomed, perfectly tailored, and incredibly charismatic, Cale was thirty, had never married, and as far as Emma knew, he had never been engaged.
Most of the female workers adored him from afar, although a fair number had cause to blush when he looked at them. Those, he had loved and dumped. Whether they were married or not.
Bastard! She loathed his velvety voice. His good looks and his assertiveness.
"You have the portfolio?"
"Yes, Sir. Right here."
He looked at her directly, and Emma noted, not for the first time, his long lashes over deep brown eyes.
Cale led the way to their office and unlocked the door.
Dusk darkened the city sky as she hit the lights, illuminating the modest room and shed her coat.
The office had two big windows that looked out over London. Two desks and two seats, and a door with frosted glass. It was a working office and no more, although some of the female staff in the building might beg to differ.
"Let's get comfortable."
He looked over his shoulder at her and she shuddered as he 'eye-fucked' her for the umpteenth time that day.
He removed his jacket and Emma's eyes dwelled on his broad shoulders that made his white shirt strain from neck to waist. He gave her that seductive smile which made his eyes crinkle at the corners.
For a nasty moment, Emma had a mental picture of him naked and erect, and his bulky body lying on top of her equally bared body.
Could he read her mind?
"It's my fault."
She thought as she reflected on her choice of outfit of a flirty floral mini skirt that showed off more thigh than anticipated. And her monochrome print blouse with the pearl buttons failed to hide the fact that she was without a bra.
Was she sending signals that even a blind man might recognise, with her 'DKNY Be Delicious' perfume dabbed liberally behind each ear?
"Sit down." He told her in his decisive voice.
How about please? You rotten sod! Emma sat at her usual desk and turned on the Dell PC. The smell of leather upholstery and stained wooden floor assailed her nostrils as she settled.
"How many pages have I dictated so far?"
It seemed to Emma that the only sound in the room was her shallow, frantic breathing and the agitated pounding of her heart. Her succulent breasts heaved up and down with each breath. Her legs quivered with the sheer sexual tension.
Would this bloody computer ever boot up?
"I'm waiting."
"Yes, Mister Cale, I..."
"Hurry it up!"
His brusque voice made Emma jump and her mouth dried up again.
"Well?"
Emma sat up with a jolt, having found herself staring into his deep brown eyes. As she read aloud the previously saved notes, she saw that the palms of her hands were wet with perspiration.
Get a fucking grip, girl!
She looked up to see him leaning over her desk. His nostrils were flared and the vein in his temple pulsed. His chest rose and fell and his eyes never left hers for a second.
A sexual arousal coursed through her veins as the muted sound of evening traffic filtered into the room. What WAS he thinking?
"Get me some coffee," he said after a pregnant pause.
Emma's body sagged with relief as she walked over to a small table set in the corner of the office.
As Cale tugged at his necktie and tore it from his neck, Emma sensed him standing close behind her and instinctively stiffened.
"Sorry. Been a long day." He confessed. "You alright?"
Cale stood barely two inches away. His bulky body pressed hard on her petite frame, and Emma tried her hardest to pretend he wasn't there.
She felt immediately intimidated as he towered over her, every bit of six feet and more.
"We don't have any milk." She said in a shaky voice.
Emma felt an acute anticipation as she inhaled his body cologne.
She gasped as he made contact, standing directly behind her so that her pert ass was aligned to his prominent bulge which he started to grind against her. This sparked her resistance again and she managed to hiss back.
"Can you keep your distance, please?"
"And if I don't?"
Her instincts went on high alert as he traced a finger along the shoulder of her bottom up top. Emma wriggled and writhed As he brazenly fondled her breasts, giving special attention to her hard nipples that peeped out from within the thin cotton. His face nuzzled against her throat and bare shoulder, his teeth nibbled on her pale flesh.
"Umm."
