StoryXGPT - AI-Generated Erotic Stories

The meeting started, and they quickly got down to business. But Silje couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. As she talked, she noticed Patrick furiously scribbling notes on a pad, his eyes fixed on her. She felt a shiver run down her spine as she realized what he was doing – taking in every detail of her body.

After the meeting ended, Silje lingered in the room, unsure of what to do next. She heard footsteps approaching and turned to see Patrick standing behind her, his face flushed, a look in his eyes she had never seen before.

"Silje," he said softly, taking a step closer. "I need to ask you something."

Her heart pounded in her chest as she turned to face him. "What is it, Patrick?"

Patrick took another step forward, their bodies close enough to touch. "I've been thinking about you a lot lately," he whispered, his voice trembling slightly. "And I just can't ignore it anymore."

Silje could feel the heat radiating off him as he leaned in closer, his breath brushing against her cheek. She closed her eyes, savoring the moment as he gently traced his fingers down her arm.

"What are you doing?" she whispered, her voice trembling with anticipation.

"I want you," he said simply, his eyes locked on hers. "I want you to dominate me."

Silje gasped in surprise but couldn't deny the thrill she felt at his words. Without hesitation, she reached up and ran her fingers through his hair, pulling him closer still. She could feel his hardness pressing against her leg as he moaned softly in response.

She pushed him back against the wall, pinning him there with her body weight as she leaned down to kiss him passionately. His hands found their way to her hips, pulling her closer still as they explored each other's bodies hungrily.

Without breaking their kiss, Silje reached down and unzipped Patrick's pants, freeing his erection. She gently took him in hand, stroking him as she kissed him deeper, their moans echoing off the walls of the office.

Patrick couldn't believe what was happening – this shy, timid colleague of his was taking control and making him feel things he never thought possible. As she continued to stroke him expertly, he felt himself getting closer and closer to the edge.

"Please," he begged between breaths. "I need you to stop."

Silje pulled back slightly, her eyes glinting with mischief. "What do you mean?" she asked innocently.

Patrick groaned in frustration. "I mean," he growled, grabbing her wrists and pinning them above her head, "I need you to make me lose control."