June 16, 2008

• Working late

  The thunderstorm outside added to the sexual drama that was
  fast unfolding inside the bedroom.   The
  rain clawed at the windows, desperate to get in.  I wanted to open the window as it was already
  sweltering inside. But my primal urges quickly took over.  I had already wrestled him to the bed and
  held him down by his hands.  In the dim
  night light, I could see him smiling seductively as he tried to lift his
  arms.  I clench my jaw and continued to
  pin him but was also surprised at his strength. 
  

  “So what do you want to do next?”  he asked.

   “You’ll find out soon enough.” I grinned back unable to
  contain my lust.

   I let go of his arms and lifted his tshirt over his mouth
  and over his nose.  I let neck of the
  tshirt rest just over his nose while the rest covered his eyes.  I leaned over and gently kiss him on his
  lips.  His lips were firm and quickly
  responded.  I could feel his whiskers rub
  against my face.  I let our tongues touch
  briefly before I explored his neck.  My
  nostrils flared as I inhaled his scent. 
  It had been months since I was with someone and I wanted to savor the
  moment. 

  He was taller than I was and certainly in better shape.  In a brief flash of lightning, I could see
  the soft, almost downy hair in his arm pit. 
  I let go of his arms and slowly moved my arms down.  His breathing increased.  I found the button of his jeans and slowly
  undid it. 

   The rain grew louder and angrier.  His back arched upwards as I slid my hands
  underneath it.  I could feel the sweat on
  his body.  I moved my hands around his
  abdomen and gently traced his six pack.  He
  shivered a bit and let out a small gasp. 
  I continued to gently move my fingers up his chest and on to his rigid
  nipples.  He let out a quiet moan.  I leaned in and gently caressed it with my
  teeth and tongue.   

  The wind whipped the branches of the trees against the
  house, casting ghastly shadows inside the room. 
  The thunder sounded like tribal drumming.  I took off my tshirt and sat over him, groin
  over groin.  I let my hands trace circles
  around his breast and his nipples.  He
  must have done many bench presses as his chest was firm.  I lifted my leg over him and  knelt beside him
  on his right.  My left hand continued to
  play with his nipple while my right hand slowly moved down.  I reached his jeans and unzipped it.  He was already hard and his underwear was
  moist. 
  

   “Mattie”

  “Huh?”  I slid my
  hands back on the top of his shorts and lifted it.

   “Mattie, you better stop.”  He grabbed my hand and pulled his tshirt down with the other hand. 

   “Why?” 

  “Don’t you have to get back to your report and get ready for
  your meeting tomorrow?”

  “Ah sh*t… yeah I do.  Erm… will you be here when I’m done with my report?”

   “Sure…unless someone else wants to finish this story.” 

  Sometimes the weirdest things pop into my head when I’m
  writing my reports.   
  

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