Lesbian

You click on "Lesbian", which has never been a special turn on for you. For a brief moment you wonder why you picked this. Curiosity? As you see the preview pics of the videos, you immediatly feel aroused. Women licking each other. Women face sitting on other women. Women wrestling. Women grabbing and massaging tits...

You start one of the clips, which features two young girls playing with a dildo. You giggle softly as one helps the other to push the fake cock into her vagina. The look on both faces is captivating. Both girls start to move sensually, constantly touching each other, arousing each other. You stare at the screen, open mouthed. Damn, this is sexy! Why did nobody ever tell you this was so incredibly hot? Some intense kissing follows, and then the dildo is replaced by a double dildo. You stare at the thing, amazed - you had no idea such a toy existed. Both girls start to move and grind, and you feel getting moist just looking at it.

You want to try this, you think. But with whom?

The next moment, you chide yourself. What a silly thought. Alright, it looks hot. Doesn't mean you have to try and copy it. You are most certainly not a lesbian, and watching little clips doesn't change that at all.

You choose another clip, which features a black girl doing a white one. The composition of skin tones is an beautiful sight to see. Their tits are pressed against each other, grinding, rubbing. More sensual movements, more kissing, more passion. You wonder if anybody would notice, if you vanish quickly into the restrooms to masturbate. Gosh, you need to release the heat, your groin is burning.

Then the black women puts on a strap-on, the white one turns around, and is started to being fucked from behind. You gasp and moan. This looks so incredible! And you had no idea...!

More clips. More videos. You want to know more. And you start fingering yourself, right in your office. Doesn't matter anyway, nobody is there.

As somebody arrives at your desk, you quickly close the window, looking up, feeling a bit guilty and also trying to conceal the heat in your face. "You join us for lunch?", asks Samantha. You startle and look at the clock. Lunch? You just arrived! You only wanted to check a quick little video clip. How come you spent the whole morning? Shocked, you shake your head: "Thanks, Sam, I have so much work to do..."

"You are working too much", your co-worker says. "Look at yourself, you've been in here way too long. Your face is red. You need some fresh air."

"Thanks. I'll be alright, Sam."

The woman shrugs and leaves. You take a deep breath and stare at your screen, where you see your e-mail inbox. What the hell just happened with you? The whole morning? Seriously?!?