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o  	The 'Bookshelf collection' offers a very wide variety of  o
o  stories. They have been submitted by people from all over the  o
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Just Plain Horny (MF, work)
by Anonymous (c) 1996

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    I stared at the computer screen in front of me, suddenly 
realizing I'd read the same paragraph a dozen times and still didn't 
know what it said. I didn't know what was wrong with me. I couldn't 
concentrate, and my body felt alien to me.

    I could feel every thread in my underwear. I could feel my 
hair brushing against the back of my neck. I could feel my hard 
nipples being caressed by my thin cotton shirt. I could hear the blood 
whispering through my veins. All the tiny hairs on my body were 
standing on end, as though I were under a high tension wire, or 
holding onto a Van de Graaff generator. Electricity filled me, making 
my head spin and my genitals flood with heat. Hot moisture oozed from 
my body, dampening my underwear. My anus tensed and untensed over and 
over, aching for something, or someone.

    I wandered down the hall, smiling and exchanging greetings 
with co-workers, wondering how the thin social veneer could still 
function when my body and mind were so out of synch with the rest of 
the world.

    I walked into the coffee room and he was standing there. I 
stopped for a moment, knowing how starved I was for him, but unsure if 
he felt the same. I've never dated anyone I work with, and don't want 
to risk doing or saying anything to spoil my career advancement. But 
every time I saw him, it did something to me.

    He was tall and well made, with blond hair, blue eyes, and 
that Nordic complexion which flushes so easily. He was handsome, so 
incredibly handsome. An Adonis. I'd been fantasizing about him for 
months.

    I walked over beside him, head lowered, eyes peeking over at 
the hardening bulge in his slacks. It was as perfect as he was. Long 
and thick. I wanted to taste it so bad saliva squirted into my mouth. 
I could smell him. No cologne or aftershave, just the clean musk of 
his body.

    "Hello," he said softly.

    I swallowed hard, afraid my voice would come out hoarse. 
Instead it came out husky, sexy, as I replied to his greeting.

    I could feel the current which surrounded me reaching out to 
include him. Waves of heat streamed from his body, crashing against 
me, and my lungs labored to breath under the onslaught.

    My hand shook as I filled my cup and added cream. Glancing up, 
I saw him looking at me. I dropped my eyes swiftly, feeling the heat 
rise in my face and chest, knowing I was blushing, and helpless to do 
anything about it.

    He said something to me, and the current was so loud in my 
ears I didn't hear. 

    "What?" I almost whispered.

    "I said, are you free for lunch today?" he repeated.

    Wild joy flooded me. 

    "Yes," I said, shivering.

    "Would you have lunch with me? At Jordan's? One o'clock?"

    I nodded, swallowing. He moved away, and very lightly brushed 
against my bare arm as he did so. The tiny hairs there stood on end, 
and he smiled as he walked away.

    I leaned against the counter, shivering with anticipation.
    
    When I was reasonably under control again, I walked back to my 
office and sat down before the computer screen. I read the same 
paragraph again, and still didn't know what it said.

THE END