She needs someone who’ll attend to every inch of that soft skin. I know I’m just too driven. I don’t want to choose between work and her.
No doubt she would have the same dilemma. With a body and a face like that, she must be on photo shoots all day.
I put the idea out of my mind. I have three big deals on today, as well as a couple of smaller ones. I want to hit home runs on every single one of them.
There’s competition from other companies as well as within my own. I jump into a taxi, and go over the details in my mind.
I need to remember the complexities of each client, setting myself up mentally for the day.
But my cock does not sit down, nor does it shut up.
I close my eyes for a second and indulge.
Seeing her standing at the mail boxes. Walking up behind her, stroking her shoulders. Pulling her back against me to smell that long hair.
Feeling her curves rub up against me. Are her tits as soft and firm as they look? Of course they are.
Would she give me that dull, ‘Fuck you’ look as I come inside her? God, I fucking hope so.
Looks like I might have to blow off a deal or two and hit the gym. This tension isn’t going to be solved by a hard walk to work.
Allana
I spent the day shopping online. I was on for like six hours, and I can’t remember what I bought.
Clothes. Jewelry.
I adore this new age. I can buy stuff and not have to interact with people.
I decide to really treat myself and order a celebration hamper from a fancy spot. Champagne, roses, strawberries, and an incredible box of fine chocolates. It will be here in a few hours.
I run a very warm bath and put on a face mask with eye treatment. There’s nothing better in this world than a bath and some pampering on a boring day.
I go over my legs gently with cream soap. They’re hairless, perfect. Recent wax jobs at one of the city’s best salons.
Even my toenails are perfect. And my pussy is a thing of beauty, too, perfectly waxed with a very small, neat ‘V’ of dark brown hair.
All this bounty, and no one to enjoy it.
I rub conditioning oil into my hair and lay back in the warm bubbles. A sappy love song plays on the radio.
Love is bullshit. Trust me, I tried it. I like money and my own company far better.
It doesn’t have to be love, though.
While I’m resting back in the hot water, I can’t stop thinking of Derek. Of him peeling off those gorgeous luxury suits of fine fabric to show me the hard man underneath.
I would love to rub oil onto his skin. Gently. Over a matter of hours…while he’s tied up.
My hand slips beneath the bubbles. I lean back in the water and let my legs fall open.
I’ll work on him for hours with the slippery hot oil until his cock is hard and straining. Push my tits in his face, almost close enough to touch with his tongue, but not quite.
Massage his balls while they’re all slippery with oil.
And finally, slide on to him and work him slowly while he begs for me.
Even though I have everything just the way I like it, I can’t come. Part of my brain refuses to engage.