This time last Sunday, I was planing a week of hotel stays and networking with other providers, eager to do more, see more people. I had no idea that a simple phone call Monday morning would change all that.
Tuesday, I went on an interview and was given a job offer on the spot. More than that, I ended up training that day and asked to come back tomorrow. Not only is it in my area of expertise, but it's a significant pay raise from my previous straight job.
It felt so odd, almost surreal, to suddenly have legal employment, that it took most of the week to sink in.
I know that I don't want to give this up entirely. I see this as an opportunity to re-make my image based on what I've learned, and allow myself to be more exclusive. Of course, my schedule will be much different now. I may create a new name, perhaps a new blog. But never fear, I will keep updating, and post any new links as they are available.
Sunday, September 18, 2011
Saturday, September 10, 2011
High Rise, pt 2
"Maria..."
Richard, her boss. She was still a tumbled mess on the floor, gripping the glass. Before she could collect herself, he had let himself in, the door shutting causally behind him. His steel-grey hair matched his suit, shaking his head at this hot mess.
"You were doing it again." He grinned, his cock already growing.
"That is why you gave me the office, isn't it?" She sat down, shifting towards him, an after glow of pleasure still hanging over her, a cat-like smile on her face.
He locked the door, taking his time across the office, her office...but she was His. And it was his company, so...His office. It had started out as a game (the best and the worst of them always did!), but this one was different. She was smart, a wonderful asset to the company...and these games seems to inspire her best work. How could he not take that?
"You looked warmed up for me." A fist stuck in her hair, dragging her back up with a moan. She pressed herself against him, already undressing him. She wouldn't speak, only murmur against his skin, working her way up his chest and neck. He felt his belt whipped from his unzipped pants, the garment shoved down. The rest of their clothes were shed like a cocoon, freeing them from their mundane lives for a moment to fly.
His hands against her breast, he pressed her naked flesh against the glass once more. The glass felt cool against her mound, his fingers finding her wet snatch, eager. There was no time at all, he fit himself against her folds and pressed. Maria moaned delightfully, arching up against him while she looked out at the dizzying height. Her breath steamed up the glass. Soon, his hand was in her hair, holding her tight, working her hard and fast.
"I like my pussy all warmed up for me," he crooned darkly in her ear. He was close now, gripping her hips tight against him as he shoved her against the glass. They moaned together as he came, his cock pulsing hotly, her pussy gripping tight like a fist, milking him clean. Resting a moment against the glass, his breath joining hers to fog their favorite window.
Richard, her boss. She was still a tumbled mess on the floor, gripping the glass. Before she could collect herself, he had let himself in, the door shutting causally behind him. His steel-grey hair matched his suit, shaking his head at this hot mess.
"You were doing it again." He grinned, his cock already growing.
"That is why you gave me the office, isn't it?" She sat down, shifting towards him, an after glow of pleasure still hanging over her, a cat-like smile on her face.
He locked the door, taking his time across the office, her office...but she was His. And it was his company, so...His office. It had started out as a game (the best and the worst of them always did!), but this one was different. She was smart, a wonderful asset to the company...and these games seems to inspire her best work. How could he not take that?
"You looked warmed up for me." A fist stuck in her hair, dragging her back up with a moan. She pressed herself against him, already undressing him. She wouldn't speak, only murmur against his skin, working her way up his chest and neck. He felt his belt whipped from his unzipped pants, the garment shoved down. The rest of their clothes were shed like a cocoon, freeing them from their mundane lives for a moment to fly.
His hands against her breast, he pressed her naked flesh against the glass once more. The glass felt cool against her mound, his fingers finding her wet snatch, eager. There was no time at all, he fit himself against her folds and pressed. Maria moaned delightfully, arching up against him while she looked out at the dizzying height. Her breath steamed up the glass. Soon, his hand was in her hair, holding her tight, working her hard and fast.
"I like my pussy all warmed up for me," he crooned darkly in her ear. He was close now, gripping her hips tight against him as he shoved her against the glass. They moaned together as he came, his cock pulsing hotly, her pussy gripping tight like a fist, milking him clean. Resting a moment against the glass, his breath joining hers to fog their favorite window.
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