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It really seemed to be like most other days. I woke up and saw my wife lying beside me on the other side of our king sized bed. The distance across that bed seemed to have gotten greater and greater - we may as well have been an ocean apart. She had never enjoyed intimacy. It had been months since...
I climbed out of bed with a sigh and stumbled to the shower. I opened the flow of water and began to adjust the temperature. Still half asleep, I dropped my boxer shorts to the floor and stepped into the rush of water. The warm water seemed to clean the cobwebs from my mind. The deep longing in my body increased. My mind flew from the shower to the new lady in the office. My pulse quickened as I thought of her beautiful curves - obvious even under the stylish cut of her business suit. I longed for a woman like her.
But that could never be. I was a well respected lawyer. I could never jeopardize my reputation. I was known as a very upstanding citizen. Although my mind fantasized almost continually about passionate sex; my cold, professional facade had been built on 15 years of absolute morality. Now, I was beginning to detest the role I had written for myself. I longed to enjoy life - to enjoy companionship - to enjoy a woman. I finished my shower, my mood more despondent that ever.
I dressed in my Armani suit, slipped out of the house and drove the Mercedes to the office. Another day of work. I would put in 5 hard hours this morning. After a thoroughly productive morning I would take my lunch hour at the gym. I prided myself on being in great shape. But, I also went to the gym religiously to watch the ladies working out. They looked delicious. I would often sit at my desk in the afternoon and dream about spending a passionate evening with one or even several of them. What would people think if they knew what really went through David King's mind?
But now, I sit at my desk to begin another day. Another day in the office of David King, Attorney at Law. Another day in a plush office, meeting millionaire clients and drawing up multi-million dollar contracts. Another day around professional and attractive paralegals, secretaries, and clerks. A day like the one before it. All work and no play.
I climbed out of bed with a sigh and stumbled to the shower. I opened the flow of water and began to adjust the temperature. Still half asleep, I dropped my boxer shorts to the floor and stepped into the rush of water. The warm water seemed to clean the cobwebs from my mind. The deep longing in my body increased. My mind flew from the shower to the new lady in the office. My pulse quickened as I thought of her beautiful curves - obvious even under the stylish cut of her business suit. I longed for a woman like her.
But that could never be. I was a well respected lawyer. I could never jeopardize my reputation. I was known as a very upstanding citizen. Although my mind fantasized almost continually about passionate sex; my cold, professional facade had been built on 15 years of absolute morality. Now, I was beginning to detest the role I had written for myself. I longed to enjoy life - to enjoy companionship - to enjoy a woman. I finished my shower, my mood more despondent that ever.
I dressed in my Armani suit, slipped out of the house and drove the Mercedes to the office. Another day of work. I would put in 5 hard hours this morning. After a thoroughly productive morning I would take my lunch hour at the gym. I prided myself on being in great shape. But, I also went to the gym religiously to watch the ladies working out. They looked delicious. I would often sit at my desk in the afternoon and dream about spending a passionate evening with one or even several of them. What would people think if they knew what really went through David King's mind?
But now, I sit at my desk to begin another day. Another day in the office of David King, Attorney at Law. Another day in a plush office, meeting millionaire clients and drawing up multi-million dollar contracts. Another day around professional and attractive paralegals, secretaries, and clerks. A day like the one before it. All work and no play.
