"Damn!" I literally threw my purse onto the sofa followed by my coat. "This sucks. I can't believe I got written up for that!"

I flopped down into the love seat and let myself sink into its softness but tonight it didn't do anything to improve my mood. Well getting reamed out in front of your co-workers will do that to you. It was going to take more then just a few minutes in my favorite chair. With much groaning I pulled myself to my feet and climbed the stairs, escaping to the sanctuary of my bedroom.

I loved the way I'd decorated it. The walls were soft lavender accented by sheer drapes of the same color. Thick carpeting warmed my feet and soft lighting soothed my eyes. My bed was enormous, the king size mattress resting on an elegant metal frame. Fluffy overstuffed pillows and a thick down comforter completed the look of coziness. It was my place to relax among other things.

I flopped down on my bed trying to push the memory of my supervisor's smirk out of my mind. "Bitch," I muttered, "I hope the big boss finds out about those adult chat rooms she's always in, on company time." My supervisor thought it was a well-kept secret on her part when the whole damn floor knew about her little online dalliances.

I was too tense for my own liking so with what I figured was a wicked grin I slid my hand under my pillows and closed it around the tiny silver bullet vibrator. A guilty pleasure, I always made sure to keep the double A's handy.

I stripped quickly down to my underwear. Sometimes I spread a beach towel across my bed if I want to get completely naked so there won't be any mess on my sheets. I keep the remote for my CD player next to my bed for just such an emergency and as I hit the button a soft jazz refrain drifted through the room, setting the mood.

I stretched out across the bed sinking gratefully into the plush softness. I brought up an image in my mind. My fantasies could be steamy when I wanted them to be but tonight I just wanted to get off so I decided to go for something simple.

There's this gorgeous man who works just a floor below me. I only know his name is Devin - I don't know if he's married but what the hell this is just a fantasy right? The office is empty and I'm working late. I don't know he's there too until he comes into my area looking to deliver a report. I imagine him coming up to me and we start to talk. The report is for my bitch of a supervisor. I let it slip that I can't stand her and I'm pleasantly surprised when he agrees and we have a good laugh about her. After a few moments I tell him I'll show him to her office.

I move the bullet over my clit as I imagine Devin following me.

"Are you here by yourself?"

"Yes, getting some overtime in."

"I've seen you around before. I always thought you were gorgeous."

"Really? Well that's nice to know."

I can't seem too eager, even in my fantasies. The soft hum of the vibe fills the room, mingling with the music. My nipples are tight, my skin moist and I moan gently as my come flows, coating the vibe and my fingertips with slick heat. My hips start to rock as I work the vibe closer to my opening to tease it gently.

I image Devin pressing close to me; I back up on the pretense of wanting to make some space and hit the face of the desk. Devin traps me. My eyes unwillingly travel down to his groin and I can see the noticeable bulge there.

"Ever want to fuck across a desk? Even better in your supervisor's office."

"No, I don't think so. I need this job."

He takes me by the shoulders and bends me backwards, the hunger in his eyes burn through me. He kisses me with a possessiveness that makes me weak, forcing his tongue into my mouth with hot persistence. Then draws back and smiles at me all arrogance and charm before he leans down again and takes the skin at my throat between his teeth.

"Stop, we can't!" I make a feeble and totally false attempt to push him away.

"Of course we can."

The vibe becomes his hand down my skirt. He works his fingers quickly, applying just enough pressure, demanding I give in to him. I open my legs wider, giving him permission. He works his hand into my underwear and sighs in relief when he finds my wetness. He knows I want him.

I stick the vibe into my opening and imagine thick fingers plunging deep, working their way around in and out gently at first, then forcefully until we're tired of the pretense. He yanks my skirt down my thighs and draws away and before I can comprehend he's naked from the waist down. Of course in fantasies it's never a problem getting naked. He straddles me. He's so big, he stretches me wide. I moan as he slides into me, slowly carefully. I'm almost ready to come this soon. I pull the vibe from within me and massage my clit. I moan again and I have Devin takes this to mean I want more and he obliges by thrusting deep into me and pulling all the way out, then thrusting powerfully again. My hips arch up towards him, inviting him, even as I protest.

"Don't! What if - someone - catches us?"

Devin laughs and thrusts harder. He's knows were both close and he's not stopping. I grab his ass and guide his rhythm as he continues to pound into me.

"That's it's come for me baby, damn you're hot!"

I lose myself in the feeling. I only want to come now. I press the vibe against my clit, my hips are frantically pumping but it's Devin in my mind and I scream out his name when I come and in my mind, Devin soon follows me.

I lay there spent for some time, decreasing the speed of the vibe slightly, my clit throbbing in response. I smile thinking how I've one upped the bitch even though it's only in my fantasies as I drift off to sleep.