The Desperate Office Worker's Fantasy

So... I just broke up with my girlfriend last week. It was rough, but I guess it was for the best. We were both feeling like we needed space after years of being together... But here’s the thing: ever since she left, I’ve been having these wild fantasies in my sleep... and during the day too, really. I find myself getting hard at work just thinking about them... I mean, today was especially tough. We had a big meeting with all those clients and it felt like forever before I could get home. By then, I was so frustrated that I barely even ate dinner. Instead, I went straight to my room, laid down on the bed... and just thought about her... But no, not her. Someone else entirely. This fantasy girl in my head is curvy, with long legs and big breasts... she’s got dark hair, and always wears these tight clothes that leave nothing to the imagination. I’ve been imagining what it would be like if she was here right now, lying next to me... And then... I start thinking about how we’d play. She’d probably climb on top of me, straddle my hips, and grind against me until I’m hard as a rock. Her breasts pressing into my chest, her fingers digging into my sides... the way she looks at me with that hungry expression... The fantasy escalates from there, she takes off all her clothes while I watch, each piece of fabric falling away to reveal more and more skin... Her nipples are hard, pink, perfect. She crawls back over to me, spreading my legs open as wide as they’ll go... she slides down between them, and with one hand on the base of my cock, takes it into her mouth... The sensation is incredible, the heat from her tongue swirling around, the pressure of her lips squeezing at just the right moments... She moves up and down, taking more of me each time until I’m practically in her throat. And then she switches to sucking on one side, teasing my balls with a hand as I feel myself getting closer... I can’t believe how turned-on I am by this fantasy, like there’s no tomorrow. It’s so intense that when it starts to fade away... I have to rub against the sheets to try and finish off what she started in my imagination...