A Day At Work (Short Story)

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    A Day At Work (Short Story)

    Today started off just as any other day would.
    I woke up took a bath, cuz if I take a shower in the morning my beautiful ethnic hair will frizz up from the steam.
    Searched around for about 15-20mins trying to figure out what to wear to work… because I knew you would be there looking and smelling good as usual.

    So as my day goes on and on in this never ending spiral of drama – some people may call it work! I began to slowly drift off into outer space… thinking of the things I want you to do to me. My phone begins to ring it’s a client, ughh! What the hell you want now… didn’t I just send you that damn report. But instead it went more like- Oh not a problem Dr. Pale`ishwhitemanotwitz… I’ll resend it again- which translates to “yes’um master ima geten to it”.

    As 5 o’clock approaches I can’t help myself, but I just have to walk pass your cubical, so you can take notice of how hard I worked this morning on my selection of clothing. Eye to eye contact only for a Mir second- too shy to stare that- hard sexy boy if we weren’t at work, what I would do to you kinda stare!… now maybe if I had some liquid courage I would just take you off into the copy room, placing your soft wet lips on my neck as you’re getting aroused from the smell of fresh soap and water- grabbing at my ample breast. I let you unbutton my tight white top…all eyes on my sheer lace bra exposing my erect nipples… you become misty eyed.

    As your hand slides up my thigh, your other hand is filled with my B cup- you place your warm tongue on my nipple and gently suck while inhaling with your mouth open to create that tingling feeling… you know the kind that makes the other breast Jealous. Up I go –picking me up placing me on the copier machine. Now hold on before we go any further let’s make sure this shit is turned off, better yet unplugged. Now I just so happen to be just the right size that I can lay on the copier with only my ass hanging off into your hands. Pulling my panties off…your erect instrument pokes at the paper tray.

    As I lay there on that hard ass machine you step back… taking a mentally picture of my body- something comes over you.
    Kneeling to your knees you softly kiss me between my legs- your tongue is out of control as you spiral your way through my plumped lips… clinching my ass, eating it as if it was a Thanksgiving Dinner – not missing a corner drop cleaning his entire plate- he makes my legs quiver- while he’s feasting on my supple flesh, he starts to undo his belt and pants… just as I began to climax… he slides inside, causing my eyes to roll to the back of my head.

    Hands around my waist making it impossible for me to run…not that I would want to because this feeling- it’s- it’s Hypnotic.
    Inserting his shaft… in and out in and out…we- cum- Cuming hard and simultaneously. He lays a gentle kiss on my lips. Now for about 10mins I –we’d forgot where we were, attempting to lay up in the copy room- reality sets in.

    Scurrying back to our cubicles hoping that no one took notice that we’d both disappeared. Smiling inside -constantly combing my fingers through my hair- trying not to look suspect. Relishing in the fact that… I just had office sex.

    I close my eyes to hope and pray that the company I work for is too cheap to buy video cameras – I would hate to be on the next episode of Maury’s caught on tape…LOL! And then I realized- I was Daydreaming!

    Journey 1-17-08

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    dx26 commented on A Day At Work (Short Story)

    05-15-2009

    this is a nice poem. it makes me think about some of my expierences but its awesome and you have great talent,dont let it go to waste.

    MagicRock commented on A Day At Work (Short Story)

    03-04-2009

    Very visual word detailing. It makes the reader one with the poem... uh "short story". LOL I think that you have real talent. Keep doing your thang (thing).

    Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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