LOVE LETTERS
I imagine what it would be like to be invisible. Free to come and go without being seen. Able to touch and be felt by those I choose to seek. If I were the invisible man I would board the elevator, leaving people inside to wonder why it stopped on floor 699. I would exit, quietly gliding past the offices and cubicles to your desk. I would creep silently beneath your desk and settle in between your legs. I would rub your belly in a certain way, a signal letting you know it was me. You would slump forward at your desk supporting yourself on your elbows as I eased your pantyhose down around your ankles. You would feel me rubbing my hands along your legs, touching you softly behind your knees. Squeezing playfully at your calves. You would continue typing at your keyboard as I touched you beneath your desk. You would feel light kisses across your inner thighs as I worked my way toward your center. You would type, but you would be distracted. I would grab your hips and slide your chair forward slightly as you answered the phone. Your co-workers oblivious to the drama being played out with unseen hands, lips and tongue beneath your skirt. I would settle in a hundred, no a thousand licks so soft, ever so soft, against your center. You would type and you would talk, hiding your now labored breathing with increasing effort. You would squirm in your chair as I touched you licking, biting, making you feel beneath your desk. You would shudder as your hands fell against the keys of your computer heavily. You would not noticed the repeating letter, the characters creating gibberish across your printed page. You would lick your lips and bite down hard as you pushed your pelvis toward my unseen face. I would finish, you would sigh deeply as your pantyhose, pulled by unseen hands force themselves upward against your now dripping moist thighs. you would slump forward on your elbows, as you felt my hands cradle your hips. You would feel your pantyhose being pulled into place. My unseen hands smoothing your long multicolored skirt back along your weakened legs.
Submitted by:
PhillipR
Evansville, IN
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