Obsessed with My Coworker’s Every Move

I can’t get them out of my head. There’s this coworker of mine who’s become the center of every filthy thought I have. I’m not talking about some innocent crush—I’m talking raw, unfiltered, sexual obsession. From the moment I see them walk into the office, my mind spirals into a mess of fantasies so dirty I can barely focus on anything else. It’s everything about them. The way their body moves, the curve of their hips, the way their voice hits just the right tone to make my skin crawl with want. Even the smallest things, like how they brush their hair back or laugh at a dumb joke, send me into a tailspin of lust. I imagine us alone, tearing at each other’s clothes, not giving a damn about who might hear or see. I picture every inch of their skin under my hands, every moan, every shudder. It’s fucking relentless. I’m sitting at my desk, pretending to work, while I’m mentally fucking them in every position imaginable. I know it’s wrong—hell, I know it’s risky to even think this way about someone I see every day. But I can’t stop. I don’t want to stop. I crave them in a way that’s almost animalistic, and part of me hopes they catch on, that they feel the heat in my stare and want it just as bad. I’m trapped in this cycle of desire, and I’m not even sorry about it. I just needed to get this off my chest because keeping it inside is driving me insane.