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.
You pick me up at lunchtime from work. I don’t have a long lunch time, but I work at a privileged location, with many bushwalking trails nearby.
It is a sunny Spring day, with the weather finally warming up. You take me to one of the trails and we go looking for a place reasonably private without much success. Being one of the first days of warmth in the year, the locals are out and about, walking through the bush, on the road, parking where we are parked, showing up everywhere.
We find a spot behind a tree and you make me lean down, pull up my dress and take my panties off, storing them in your pocket. You lick me, I suck you. We are right in front of the ocean, so I am afraid of bushwalkers passing through, or runners, especially one of my work colleagues; but also boats coming too close to the coast. It is something getting fucked watching a speedboat passing by.
Then you sit me on a rock, quite exposed, open my legs and eat me. We move again to a niche between some ruins, left overs from some sort of military fort. I lean in to get your dick in my mouth and apply myself to the task.
We move again and somehow you get to fuck me from behind, I’m leaning in, hidden in between two low walls, I can see your feet. They were right beside a log full of ants. ‘You have…. ah… ants… on… wow… on your feet’. You miss it. Because you are not a threat to the bugs, they simply use you as their bridge.
When someone finally interrupts us and we are left un-climaxed and out of time, we end up going back to the car, I check your feet, the ants are gone without leaving a trace.
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I have been unfaithful. Recently though, I have slept with a married man. He gave me “the talk”, “bla bla bla, marriage is unwell, bla bla, no sex, bla bla, don’t want to leave the kids, bla bla bla”. It doesn’t make it right and I’m not sure “the talk” is accurate or even true. I did my best to resist. I didn’t, and I didn’t fool myself either. He was spinning the wheel to seduce me but I could see through it; it was a conscious decision to sin.
And what a Sin. What undid my resolve wasn’t the thrill of the prohibition, the promise of amazing sex, the desire or the compassion for a man who was horny enough to fuck a wall if there was a hole in it. What broke me down was the connection, how much we had talked all night, that he understood my language of believing and that he felt my sincerity and broke down his fake promises. Really deep down what I saw was the unique opportunity of living a whole relationship in one night.
And then he kissed me. It had been so long since I felt that wonder, like submerging in a bath of sparkling water. That thrill that touches all the skin surface. Mixed with the smell, the scent of heat, like animals… When you know you will have a one night stand you allow yourself to new limits sexually, you don’t have to hide, you don’t have to pretend. This was a step further than that, it was the emotional one night stand, because there is no possibility of this going any further, you can allow your heart to take you where your sex want to go.
It means you can fuck and fall in love all in one night. That is what I did, like my silly heart can do, I took his smell to memory, his dick to my mouth and his pleasure to my core. I let him suck me as much as he wanted for as long as he felt like. My heart got permission to like and love everything. It broke when I didn’t answer his contacts the following days when I broke off and apart. What made me strong then was how much I fell for him during that one night. I have been through a separation before, I did not want to go through his, if it was even possible that it would happen.
But I couldn’t stop myself from wishing he was single, but then, would I have allowed so much, so soon, so intensely?
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He was tall, much taller than me, which is not too difficult. This was a man whose head you could see above most of the others in the bar. He wasn’t skinny, something between thin and athletic. I wish I had paid more attention to his body, but I was riveted by his eyes… or his magnetism, or his face. Hard to say what took me in so profoundly.
This man I had never seen before and chances are I’ll never see again. He had black hair with at least half of it turning grey, it gave him character. Looking so well behaved, with his dark suit and infrequent smile, I could see him running naked on a snowed forest. What makes my mind conjure this image is the beast I see beneath his skin.
His eyes, they were light grey on the inside with a dark ring on the outside, like a wolf’s. I am one of these people that don’t remember faces very easily but his I can see if I close my eyes. His smile was sweeter than I would have expected by a kind a ferocious nature I attributed to him.
People were around him as if he was just another person, with their beers and conversation. Women not even looking, just a normal guy, and possibly one that was mildly good looking. But for me it was as if a demi-god was disguising himself among the mere mortals and put a spell around him to protect people from finding out the truth. Except I could see through the spell his real nature. There are so many books about werewolves, vampires, fae and other fantastic creatures among us, that if they are real I am sure this man was one of them, some kind of special.
I have my doubts that he himself knows what he is, maybe he is unaware of his true nature, like so many of us. I know my true nature, I am one that sees and empathically feels the world around me. I wish that one day I can feel the embrace of someone like my grey eyed man around me…
What could I have done? Other than giving him the opportunity to talk to me? It is a trap this thing of looking for a man who is strong and has initiative in a shy society like the one I have chosen. If I had approached him I would have destroyed the possibility of letting him be the hunter, be the strong masculine figure, forever. If there is justice in the Universe and he is the man I think he is, our paths will cross again and the chance will be there, intact.
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Of course, no-one knew they were having an affair. On top of working in the same company they were both engaged… to other people. So it was a big secret, very hush-hush and totally inappropriate.
She had the feeling they were not fooling anyone but as there was no proof, nothing could be specifically done.
He was around her table all the time and she would smile at him dazedly until she heard anyone arriving and then they would talk some nonsense or the other to try to look like they were having a work conversation. Sometimes he tried to solve some work with her but as soon as she looked at him he gaped and forgot what he was about. The only way was through e-mails where others were being copied.
All trouble started one afternoon when someone that was supposed to have left, didn’t. So they thought there were the only ones around and she decided to show him her right nipple and he decided to touch it and they were caught. The guy that decided to suddenly walk into the room was a big boss and stood there looking at them.
Unfortunately, it wasn’t someone “boughtable” with sex, threesomes or any improper things. The nipple-squeezing witness was a man that probably didn’t have sex in so long he certainly couldn’t remember how it was done. And that kind of people were the ones that hated individuals that obviously had constant frolicking.
So they were both fired: the woman with her nipple and the man with his hand.
She had to endure quite a few lectures from quite a few colleagues and bosses, but all that seemed so hypocrite she couldn’t bring herself to care much.
To her fiancé she said the guy pissed her off and she lost her head and publically told him to go fuck himself and introduce a big wide rod into his own ass.
That seemed to explain everything. As she usually didn’t say those things aloud to anyone except her lover, it was easy for the fiancé to believe that the man must have pushed her a lot to get her to snap like that. Also, he understood why she was being let down with all the shame. She wasn’t very fussed, even knowing that she was “marked”, that she couldn’t get a reference from that company she has been working for the last six years. Once the shit hit the fan there was nothing any of the other managers could do to help too. They had to go and punish her. But she saw a few of them taping the back of her lover as if saying: “yep you got the hottest one”. Even though he was also publically punished.
Still when she left all the girls were envious of her, the lover was hot. She had two choices: to feel bad, humiliated, knowing that everyone knew and were gossiping at her back. The manager that saw her display was once screaming in his boss’s office:
She was showing her breasts!
That is when everyone knew the details of what happened and the gossip got really hot.
She saw everyone looking at her and she said:
‘It was just one nipple!’
Everyone laughed. She still had to leave but, honestly, she didn’t care at all. To her fiancé she said a lot of people in the company got jealous she was the only one capable of saying what all of them wanted to. She also said some people didn’t know what happened and started creating wild tales and she was aware of some pretty incredible gossip going around. She explained that the only other person present was that friend of hers and he supported her and so he was also being fired.
A few weeks later she was rushing to the one and only interview she got and her mind was trying desperately to produce anything acceptable to say to the interviewer. When she was about to open the door she just breathed deeply and told herself:
‘I will know exactly what to say…’
At the other side of the table was this gorgeous man. He started the interview with the normal questions and slowly she was relaxing until he got to the point.
I saw you didn’t give me any references from your previous job and when I asked, you said you couldn’t supply them, anyway I called them, I have a friend that works there.
Oh! It was all she could say. She felt her face falling and her mind ushered the silent words very clearly “I’m screwed, the job is gone…” There are quite a few wild tales about you there, you know? Without giving her the chance to answer he continued: The guy said you were an excellent employee, very competent, always proper and well dressed, always in a good mood, hard worker and willing to learn and do her best. But he also said you were too sexy for your own good, that you exhaled sensuality and that your boss changed you from table to table all the time because the guys around you could never work properly, until he got you isolated in a corner full of other ladies, and that then the ladies couldn’t work well because they were envious of you and kept finding excuses to be moved. And to all that he said you were completely oblivious, you didn’t seemed aware of the effects you caused, not to the full extent. That you focused on someone, the same that ended up in that little problem, and forgot about everyone else.
I did think they changed layouts too much really, could never get why as soon as I got settled in one place I was moved to the next… But as a lot of people also changed I didn’t think it was about me at all… hummmmm.
She forgot she was in a job interview, she felt she was seeing a psychologist instead. A gorgeous one. She didn’t know what to say and if what the guy was thinking about her was good or bad.
‘Your resume is doubtless the best one, and I believe you are the right person for this position, even your sensual ways will be useful with the customers. I’m willing to give you a chance but you have to promise me one thing: that you are not going to get caught again.’
She had to laugh. It was beautiful, he wasn’t an hypocrite, he didn’t say that she should behave, just that she needed to be smart and careful. Beautiful… after all that trouble she wasn’t seeing the lover anymore and she ended up the engagement as well as it wasn’t making her happy enough. Maybe this man was to be the next in the queue.
She got the job all right and it was as if her file was wiped clean. She also got the guy, it took her a while to seduce him because he had promised himself and his friend from her previous employment that he wasn’t going to fall from her. He even told her about the dialogue they had: As soon as you see her you will want to have her in the company.
I’m considering having her independent of her looks, you know I’m not interested in hiring her in spite of her looks man. You know I don’t want trouble and for the last five years I manage not to date anyone from work!
She will be different.
No she wont. I have enough women in my life, I never had problems to get a few more, I can do without having this specific one.
No you can’t. As soon as she starts working for you and parading her ass around you will want her. And worse, you know what will get you? I will tell you so you can avoid it: if you just look at her and talk to her with other people around or if you e-mail her with copies to other you will be safe. But if you get to talk to her in private or even worse, if you start playing with her by writing, then she will get you. Because you are a sucker for smart girls and this one is one of the best.
Come On!
I bet in four months you will be doing your best to seduce her. Even though she will resist because of what happened in the last job.
That was exactly what happened. At the beginning the gorgeous recruiter didn’t get anywhere near her… and he could see she was really sexy and she even got into some of his dreams, wet dreams. But he got feeling safe as he could still control himself without jumping her to the ground and ravaging her in the middle of the office. He even survived a few encounters at the small kitchen and only the two were inside, he could feel the perfume of her freshly washed hair. So he did feel confident and decided to be bolder just to prove to his friend he was ok.
His friend called him almost every day and every single time asked him about her, making him describe what she was wearing:
Not the black dress! The one with the crossed back! Ohhhhh!
He actually knew most of her outfits, and he knew her mood by what she was wearing, it was probably the wrong day that he decided to get in touch with her:
She is wearing the red shirt with the white pants? Man she is horny and lonely and very, very naughty today! Go for it!
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