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AT WORK
You’re at work, and I have no one to make love to.
But...
If I were there, wouldn’t you be surprised to see a long, dark haired beauty striding into your sight! The Angels would wonder why my eyes were so green, and with lips that red, well, you know I meant business. I walk up to you and ask whether I might have a short talk, maybe just a short walk down the universal hall. Of course you say yes, and the end result is you walking out of Heaven with a tall, lovely woman in black leather pants, stiletto boots, and a red-pinstriped blouse open just far enough to see the rubber corset underneath... just enough to inspire a little gossip.
Well, I just can’t wait long enough so I press you up against the wall (there’s no one else here to see us, I tell you), but, just like the lover I’ve grown to know, you’re so shy at the office. So we find the broom closet, instead. It’s dark, but I can feel your muscles through your jacket, and I instinctively run my hands softly over your chest. I can hear your breathing, and I want to cover your mouth with mine, but.....too soon. Instead I turn you around and remove your clothes. One by one I loose the buttons on your shirt...my lips are slowly covering the length of your shoulder blades, and the scent of your skin is driving me mad. You say you want to turn around, but I say in time, darling...not yet...stand still and let me touch you. That’s exactly what you do, because the perfume of my body so close to yours is intoxicating. The touching is starting to drive you crazy, and my hands and lips melt you against the wall. Our sighs consume us in this tiny space, the darkness a lover in itself, and as you turn around I loose other things that I know will please us even more. You’re definitely prepared for me, but I like to take my time...and as your head relaxes back I attend to other things. My hands, and the rest of me make their way up your body ever so slowly...I love the feel of your tongue in my mouth, and I sigh with pleasure to kiss you deeply, at last. You lift me and take me with the slow rythym of an African night, full of the primal lust that transforms sweat into passion...thrusting...and sighing...my needs are all but fulfilled... A little bit later I kiss you good-bye, and, with a beautiful smile, remind you in front of everyone to remember to bring those black rubber gloves home with you. You always forget...
But maybe you think we just don’t need them.
At Work COPYRIGHT 2005 REBECCA TACOSA GRAY, CALIF. ALLRIGHTS RESERVED.
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