mad, making myself wait until I can wait no longer. Moving faster, getting out of breath, getting wetter and warmer, my head thrown back, my toes crunching in my boots, those beautiful hand-tooled boots. Faster and faster finally relieved myself of this feeling, a crashing warm flow from top to toes and it's finished. Instead though, I suffer all the way home.
It is hard.
This is only Thursday
Chapter oneish, last Friday:18thoctober2013, my weekend begins here, I don't work Fridays.
In a dream world, an imaginative swirl of denim, a very hot man, a naked scene and liquor, I fall back to sleep.
I wake feeling aroused, obviously my brain had been taking trips and writing stories whilst I sleep. I keep my eyes closed, and try to recall an image of Daniel, he's taken off his jacket and his shirt sleeves are rolled, nice. The fine intricate ink-work on his arms is as astonishingly beautiful as an archaeological find that'll need years to study the meanings, decipher the codes and hieroglyphs. His arms strong and he has a drink in his hand. His jeans sit low on his hips, so low his hipbones are visible, he's staring at me.
Deep breaths everyone.
A warm feeling below is gradually building, my body is urging me to touch it, aching, I resist. He walks over puts a finger in the dark liquid of his drink and slips it into the corner of my mouth. I suck and lick it gently. I’m burning up! My hips involuntarily move, my breathing becomes laboured. I suck his finger over and over, licking the tip with my tongue and flicking the end with its tip. He closes his eyes, withdraws his finger and replaces it with his tongue, kissing me hard and quickly, leaving me wanting more. His cock is hard, and I trace its magnificent outline with my fingers, its shape clearly visible and the fabric of his jeans under immense strain. He releases a groan of pleasure. A frustrated feeling lingers inside me, I need a release, my insides are burning and quivering. He has his hand gently on my thigh, a warm soft hand, sliding up, up toward the top of my legs. I take a deep breath and will his touch higher. He responds to my will and his fingers gently trace the edge of my underwear, the tips of his fingers slowly moving against the folds of skin and my clitoris tormenting me further. Stroking more, a little faster, my wetness slippery and warm and I just want a release, a hard push to achieve swift satisfaction.
His finger wet from my mouth slides into me, aaahhh god that feels so good. In and out very slowly, I hear his breathing, driving me crazy and lustful. Building and building, my nerves quicken and my muscle pulses, and the feeling grows stronger. He strokes the front wall inside a two other fingers join in, he is stronger now and I grab his face pull it to mine and kiss him hard. My tongue flicking and circling his, to mirror his fingers inside me. I swiftly unbuckle his belt and pull open the button fly, there's no time to waste now. He is hard and groans loudly. Takes the last swallow of beautiful conker brown liqueur courage and throws the heavy tumbler onto the soft pillows.
He shoves me up against the cold window, and hope it can take our weight. We are in an office, the night skyline of London only four floors up from the street, someone will see... his fingers working harder, his thumb rotating over the crest of the little mound of joy in perfect synchronicity, and it's all I can think about, my mind is lost in pleasure. My own fingers are working, feeling the wet between my legs as I bring myself up to climax. My hand is in his hair, I feel the waistband on the back of my hand, and a warm hard and huge cock in my fist. Suddenly that's all I needed and I melt into an orgasm, my fingers slow and my breaths shallow, my eyes still shut tight. I will be thinking about that man all day, what he makes me do, makes me feel. Exhausted and hot I close my eyes and fall back into my pillow, the dream has evaporated away and it's just me here alone.
I have the vague feeling I have something important to do, I wake properly. No, the cats and horses are