So, I work with a girl named Audrey.  She is the embodiment of delicious.  She is the personification of luscious.  She is, physically, everything that I've ever wanted in a woman.

She is driving me crazy.

She was at one of the computers today typing in an order when I walked up behind her, reached past her shoulder, and began to fuck with what she was doing.  Glancing over at me, she stood bewildered.  After just a moment her ability to tolerate my stupidity boiled over, and she pushed me away from her.  It was the kind of push that preschoolers direct at each other in an effort to attract interest from the little boy or girl they find cute.  It was a worm in my hair before running away giggling. 

I stepped back and gave her room to enter the order.  Once she finished she turned to me, took a bold step forward into my "bubble space," and said sexily, "You can fuck with me now."

Perhaps I misunderstood, but I'd like to think her words were dripping with just as much sex as I think they were.

I want to wreck this girl.  I want to make love to her, and then treat her like a dirty, filthy little girl.  I want to pleasure her with my mouth and then bend her over and fuck her like the world is ending.

Britney Jones, you hush.  I already know I'm a bad man.