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!
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