Merelan
Lady's Love
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- Mar 29, 2000
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just for catlover.
Ding. There is was too late now. I had sent the email asking him to the party. Now if he was interested I would know for sure. If not. Then well. I would look like a fool,again.
My name is Wendy, and I work here. In this tiny cubicle, answering your phone calls about health insurance and what it does and does not cover. Don't bitch at me about it. I hate the job. But it pays the bills, and gives me time for my other avtivities. Finding myself a decent man is the first.
Over the last couple years I have dated, and slept with, some winners. Let me tell you. Some absolute jerks, geeks, you name it. One even wanted to wear my panties.
Now I am kinky, love good sex, fun, would love a threesome, but not with a man who wears a pink thong and lacey bra. Somehow my man, my dream man, would die before ever thinking that.
I think I met him, or at least a candidate for it. He works here too, though he is one of the bosses, and that email I just sent may cost me my job. No bother, I can always get another one. But please God, let him accept. I had sent him an invitation to a Valentine's party. I think he likes me, he acts like it. And I have caught him staring at me, and down my shirt when I let him. But then again. Did I want just another sexual encounter. No. Not really. I could have all of those I want. I wanted a man, a real man. A man who would sweep me off my feet, love me, worship me, think I was wonderful and divine. Love mind blowing sex, in all it's variations and love watching me with others, male and female.
That was the kicker. I had met men that said they did, till it came right down to it. Then they ranted and raved and off I sent them. I am not one to be tied down to one person.
His name?
Frank. He is tall, dark and handsome. And if I miss my guess, shoot me, but I think he is hung too. I have seen him shift it sometimes, when he doesn't think anyone is watching. And his mouth was made for loving, and loving me. It had been so long since I have had decent oral sex. Somehow Frank's mouth made my pussy wet thinking about it. And his hands, his hands were strong and gentle, yet, kind of rough. I lay at night imagining what they would feel like rubbing over my nipples. He is a good boss too, cares about us and what we are doing. Believes we are doing good for the consumer. Right. Idealistic, but what the hell. And when Rhonda, the girl in the office next to mine was so pregnant her chair hurt her, he bought her a special one, out of his own pocket for her.
See why I like him?
And his ass. dear Mother of Mercy. His ass. So tight and sexy. I want to bite it, I swear I will the next time he is in and climbing my desk to change a lightbulb. Yes, instead of bothering maintenance, he did it for me.
Sweet? It took all my will power not to ravish him right then. His cock was inches from my face. I was so flushed, and my mouth went dry thinking about it, and trying to control myself.
God, I hoped I was right, and the attraction was more then just a mere attraction.
Ding. There is was too late now. I had sent the email asking him to the party. Now if he was interested I would know for sure. If not. Then well. I would look like a fool,again.
My name is Wendy, and I work here. In this tiny cubicle, answering your phone calls about health insurance and what it does and does not cover. Don't bitch at me about it. I hate the job. But it pays the bills, and gives me time for my other avtivities. Finding myself a decent man is the first.
Over the last couple years I have dated, and slept with, some winners. Let me tell you. Some absolute jerks, geeks, you name it. One even wanted to wear my panties.
Now I am kinky, love good sex, fun, would love a threesome, but not with a man who wears a pink thong and lacey bra. Somehow my man, my dream man, would die before ever thinking that.
I think I met him, or at least a candidate for it. He works here too, though he is one of the bosses, and that email I just sent may cost me my job. No bother, I can always get another one. But please God, let him accept. I had sent him an invitation to a Valentine's party. I think he likes me, he acts like it. And I have caught him staring at me, and down my shirt when I let him. But then again. Did I want just another sexual encounter. No. Not really. I could have all of those I want. I wanted a man, a real man. A man who would sweep me off my feet, love me, worship me, think I was wonderful and divine. Love mind blowing sex, in all it's variations and love watching me with others, male and female.
That was the kicker. I had met men that said they did, till it came right down to it. Then they ranted and raved and off I sent them. I am not one to be tied down to one person.
His name?
Frank. He is tall, dark and handsome. And if I miss my guess, shoot me, but I think he is hung too. I have seen him shift it sometimes, when he doesn't think anyone is watching. And his mouth was made for loving, and loving me. It had been so long since I have had decent oral sex. Somehow Frank's mouth made my pussy wet thinking about it. And his hands, his hands were strong and gentle, yet, kind of rough. I lay at night imagining what they would feel like rubbing over my nipples. He is a good boss too, cares about us and what we are doing. Believes we are doing good for the consumer. Right. Idealistic, but what the hell. And when Rhonda, the girl in the office next to mine was so pregnant her chair hurt her, he bought her a special one, out of his own pocket for her.
See why I like him?
And his ass. dear Mother of Mercy. His ass. So tight and sexy. I want to bite it, I swear I will the next time he is in and climbing my desk to change a lightbulb. Yes, instead of bothering maintenance, he did it for me.
Sweet? It took all my will power not to ravish him right then. His cock was inches from my face. I was so flushed, and my mouth went dry thinking about it, and trying to control myself.
God, I hoped I was right, and the attraction was more then just a mere attraction.