is me is really me

Wow what a crap day. Seriously. And I admit, before meeting up with my colleagues, these fine people that I’ve worked along side of for several years, I had to release some of the stress. No time to run to the gym, and besides, I not only left my gym bag at home, the gym is 15-miles in the opposite direction of the restaurant everyone was gathering at.

So I ducked into the combo ladies locker room/mothers room/restroom  at work, just after the janitorial staff and made myself comfortable in one of the privacy stalls. A few deep shoulder shrugs and neck rolls before I remembered to breathe…

Deeply, as if matching my breathing to his. And as I drifted, I had this overwhelming memory of him; my body betraying my need for a few winks in favor of feeding the lust that precedes a dream…

I find myself up on all fours, my ass up, twitching in anticipation as the soft breeze teases me. Memories flash; of his mouth upon me, the bite of his teeth, and the sure,  firm possession in the way his hands devour my body. As his touches me, pinches me, a longing moan escapes from my mouth. His large hand-print bright and red on my ass, the result of loving spankings doled out for various transgressions over the course of time. And then, his fingers reach to explore my sex. As if to ensure that I am still his. Still wet for him. Still lustful, hungry and in need. My eyes roll to the back of my head and I can’t. I can’t. I can’t. I can’t resist the need to rock back and forth, grinding into his hand,  dripping as it begs for him to keep touching me. Taking me.

My hands, are bound before me, looking even smaller than usual but the color of my nail polish is set off well in comparison to the soft rope he’s selected to  bound me with, my elbows now red from the burn and my knees, oh my knees are livid with the impression from the seams of the bedspread. Mewling moans fall from my mouth only to be further articulated by gasps of pleasure and guttural grunts driven by lustful inhibition. The fingers from his free hand tracing unseen trails up and down my back further eliciting sounds of ecstasy.

And then, after my body has come over and over, my legs quivering and breasts sore and pink, he takes me again, with the pleasure of his full, hard cock with one deep thrust. Pushing through the juice of desire built up within in, overflowing and dripping down my legs as he thrusts in and out of my wet pussy, eager to tighten itself around his shaft in convulsing orgasms…

mmm yes, just what a gal needs to relieve the stress and release the endorphins. Cleaning myself up and readjusting my clothes, I walk to the garage ready to commiserate with my team.