Naivité

Published on by aphroditefatozLeave a comment

I am a suffering soul. I work in a place full of gorgeous men. Either, for some reason, my company attracts the gorgeous ones, or I simply find most men gorgeous.

What kills me daily, though, is that they have no idea of my filthy mind, or of how gorgeous they are, or how impossibly tantalising they look to me. They are ridiculously naive and do not care one bit to kill me softly with their smiles and winks! They wink!

Firstly they are impossible targets to me because we work together and love and workplace do not mix. By principle, a bad idea. But more importantly, they are all committed. Most of them married with impossibly perfect families, 2.4 children, a house, a dog, successful, etc.

My fantasies don’t really register that part though, the fantasies just see confident, interesting, intelligent, fit, right age, beautiful looks, charming, good-people, smiley… and winks!

Most of them all are above me, hierarchically, I wouldn’t mind if instead they were on top of me ha!

They pass in front of me, when they come back the company’s personal training session, sweaty, in shorts, sleeveless shirts, oozing testosterone, blushing cheeks. I hold my table hard not to swoon and fall from my chair.

One day, one of them decides to crawl under my desk to reach the power plugs beyond. Seriously? I look below me to see his ass wriggling, his shirt having gone up a bit, revealing a bit of his crack. I feel like touching the skin, oh so lightly… or maybe smacking his ass? Not sure. I held very, very quiet, super wide eyed, holding one hand to the other not to allow the naughty appendages go where they shouldn’t. I’ve kept my job by a thread, that day. So close…

The other day another one announced he had forgotten to take his towel to the company’s shower and had to dry himself with paper towels. I had an instant reply ‘next time, call me, I’ll dry you with my tongue!’ fortunately I kept the phrase on the inside and just a funny smile on the outside.

The third one is a cheeky salesman sort, every time I look at him, I see him spent after sex, after we had so much of it that he is naked over my bed like roadkill. Instead I look and say politely ‘good morning’.

I hope my own man appears soon or this job is doomed!

Orble Archive – Project Completed

Published on by aphroditefatozLeave a comment

I set myself to re-make my Blog after the Orble community disappeared out of thin air. I had backups and print screens, with which I was able to recreate it here.

Here are some of the favourite posts:

One New Lover and the Big Feet Myth Busted 24-Jul-10 133 Votes

In about 4.5 years I managed to published 49 Posts, and was voted on over 2,197 times.

  • Total 49 Posts
  • From 13 Jan 2009
  • To 10 Nov 2014
  • Total Orble Votes: 2,197 Votes = Orble Likes

Bite Marks

Published on by aphroditefatozLeave a comment

I looked at my wrist, as soon as you left, and there were three very clear bite marks. I think I made them myself, but couldn’t remember how. What I do remember, as clearly as the marks, is your taste, your skin against mine, feeling it heat up under the sheets, your smell left on my hands, the wet feeling of in and out, the thought that I could stay in that state of quiet flux forever.

I have this silly smile that keeps coming back to my lips. I almost left the red undies decorating the TV as a permanent souvenir.

Creative Loving

Published on by aphroditefatozLeave a comment

You showed me your passion, your art, so I’ve decided to show you a bit of mine: writing. I’ll give you one flashback. It starts with the sun in the sky immaculately blue. You pull my top over my head, I feel the fabric sliding through my arms. Exquisite flavours and the taste of kisses. Locked eyes. The smell of hot skin.
We are inside now on the couch and you slide my hand on top of my underwear and lick my fingers as if they are the inner part of me. It feels as if you are… I shiver.