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On casual Fridays my productivity drops by half. Not because it is casual, or Friday for that matter. It is because of the case of the white t-shirt.
My current workplace is plagued by a boringness that is only counterbalanced by two hot guys that deal within our premises.
One of these hunks has the habit of wearing a white t-shirt on casual days.

My issue with it is that I can see through the white fabric and there is a tantalising tattoo on his back.
He is strong, one of those that go to the gym every day, when he open his arms I feel like sighing like a besotted teenager. My imagination goes much farther than a teenager’s though.
I feel like getting a pair of scissors, cutting a hole on the shirt to see the design on the man’s back, and then lick it. Don’t ask me why I don’t want to remove the whole shirt, or why lick it. Only my twisted mind knows.
And that explains why my concentration levels are so low on Fridays and I salivate a lot.

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‘How many threesomes have you done?’ he asks me.

My brain freezes. He is on top of me, inside me, around me. I don’t really know him or anything about him. I know where he works and that he has had fantasies about me. I bet he still does.

The funny thing is that he is not asking if I ever did one, but how many. My mind is trying to absorb the sensations, it has been so long since my last sexual encounter. It is good to feel a dick inside me. Even if the alcohol is not helping with the hardness. It is a good one.

How does he know? I kind of think when a woman is too unblocked, open, unlimited, it shows in her love making, or should I say, in her fucking… Either he was baiting me to see what kind of lover I was or he simply felt in my body that I had done what he asked.

After that the question was, what to answer, the truth? For some reason I thought it was better to lie. Instead of twice, I said: ‘once, I’ve done it once’

‘Any orgies?’

What?! ‘No, not yet at least’

‘What was it? Two guys and you?’

‘Yes’

‘Only once?’

‘Yes’

‘Why? Why not more?’

‘Hey threesomes are not that easy to arrange you know?’

‘How was it? Did you have one in your mouth one in your pussy? Or one each side?’

‘Both.’

‘Do you want to be on top now?’

 

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‘Gosh Mr. D. you have a fine piece of an ass!’ I think to myself while watching my oblivious work colleague carry a box of files in front of me, climbing some steps.

My friend told me I’m lucky to be a woman or I would have the problem of sporting hard-ons at the most inconvenient places. In my defence I say I’m appreciative of the masculine form, the shape of the male body, the kinaesthetic process. Of course the drooling gives me away.

I watch men as, I’ve been told, men watch women. I imagine them in bed, naked and sweaty doing the funny business, with me, of course. I create fantasies and day dreams about them. I go to a swimming pool to watch the nice semi-naked bodies prancing around. I look at cyclists calves and want to bite them. I think my friend is right and I am defenceless: I am most definitely, and pleasurably, a perv.

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I’m afraid of my mind, it creates stories I’m not ready to tell. This one is dark, dirty, erotic. A fantasy of the type I wish never to tell anyone it is mine, and yet it comes full, complete with characters, details and

dialogues.

Making me wet and wanting.

I am scared to start. Scared to show it and yet it wants to be shown. It is a masterpiece of a fantasy. It has beginning, middle and end.

There is an evil, charming, twisted, implacable man. And a woman who is left with little choice but submit, and yet, not a victim.

A tale of hate and love…

I’m in that cage, with that woman now. She is a piece of me.

 

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I’ve been dreaming about that moment of suspense, just before something happens. When two people are in a situation where everything is prone and probable, but even then, not absolute or sure.

The other day I was going for a camping trip and this attractive man was going to sleep in my tent. I remember the thoughts “will he do anything? Will he lean over and kiss me? Will he touch me and undress me?” I was anticipating that delicious sensation the brain gets on the first touch where your mind says “it is happening, it is really happening!” and your heart just sighs and murmurs “wow”.

Watching CSI is really bad for me, I did another night and dreamt I was being chased by assassins and saw the barrel of a gun ready to shoot me before the dream changed. Having escaped I knew I wouldn’t just become a victim. I always get irritated at characters that go hiding and become these poor meek people. Even in my dream once I see myself being threatened I go into action. In this case I was learning some kind of fight with a school where policemen go to teach or learn. Then the anticipation came and I felt again the sensation: I’m dating one of these men… I looked around me and breathed in the emotion, knowing it would happen even if I didn’t know any of the details.

This is what has been in my mind… when I wake up it is still as if I was ready to be kissed, the split moment before the other’s lips touch mine…

 

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