Feather to nipple
Bound and blindfolded sensing
Perfect agony
On sensual precipice
Awaiting your sweet release
*** Thank you to bruisedbelly for the picture. She knows me well. Please check her out on the Migraine Chronicles. She has been on a tare lately so you’ll be glad you clicked her link. 😉
The idea for this post was all Bruisedbelly and I am grateful she wanted to work together on it. She is a wonderful woman with a lot to offer. Please take the short trip over to her site if you haven’t already done so. This meeting was amazing to say the least. 🙂
A duet with my wonderful Boss (I mean writing partner) Mr. Nottooold2. As always, a pleasurable experience. For more reading pleasure head over to his site Insecurely Confident and have a look.
A meeting is scheduled
in the conference room,
the time
half past two.
The attendees
me
and
you.
The topic is heated
so are we
we debate and negotiate
until we agree.
You pump me with ideas
thoughts coincide
and
concur.
Your first offer is hard
to accept, but I do so
willingly.
Spreading it out
on the conference table,
we get down to brass tacks.
You drive a hard bargain, Sir
but I thoroughly enjoy your
negotiating techniques.
A meeting of the minds
to say the least.
Our contract
perfected.
it’s always pleasurable
doing business
with a man like you.
He asked:
Are you open to
hammer out another deal
next week?
(To be continued….)
I walked into her office with no preconceived notions or expectations. Why would I? I already had a good job that paid better than most. The interview was a lark, something to see if there was anything more challenging out there. Something to give a sense of accomplishment and meaning.
Things started off normal enough as I had conducted many interviews myself over the years.
– Why did you apply for this position?
– Describe your qualifications.
– What can you bring to this organization?
And so it went for the better part of an hour. The typical back-and-forth of the interview process. Then it happened, the question I was not ready for.
– Shaven or unshaven?
WTF? Did I hear her right? “Excuse me” I said. She confidently repeated herself. “Shaven or unshaven?”. As she leaned back in her chair I could see under her short skirt that it was obviously laundry day and she was short on panties. This knowledge provided the answer she was looking for. “Shaven” was my reply, with a wry smile. “Is that so?” she asked leaning forward and pushing her chair away from the desk. “Of course, I try to avoid whisker burns on my face whenever possible.” Walking around the desk she sat in front of me, legs spread just far enough apart so as not to leave any doubt of her intentions. “Whisker burns, is that so? Show me what you mean.” she said. Instinctively I pivoted my head to check the door. It was closed and I presumed locked. Putting my hands on her knees while looking directly into her eyes, I spread her legs until I was satisfied. The glistening wetness was a dead giveaway. She leaned in and whispered, “Well, prove it!”. I took my hands off her knees, leaned back with an evil grin and said, “Not until you understand who the boss is here. Do you honestly think YOU are interviewing ME?” You could have heard a pin drop in that moment. Her eyes flared in astonishment, then calmed. “Do we understand each other?” I asked. “I’m not sure.” she replied. Adjusting myself to the front of my chair I instructed her to lay across my lap. She did as she was instructed. Placing one hand on her arm the other struck the first blow. She winced at the pain and then settled in for the second. “Do you understand who the boss is yet?” I asked. “I think so.” came her answer. “Thinking so is not acceptable.” My hand came down harder this time as she let out a yelp and a moan. She was getting the picture rather nicely. “Do you understand now?” “Yes, I understand”. I smacked her once more, hard, stating “You understand, WHO?” “I understand, Sir!” she said.
For the next hour I interviewed her in every way imaginable. Both taking and giving oral instruction, probing into the depths of her innermost desires and dreams all the while fulfilling mine.
Spent, exhausted and in need of hydration we lay resting on the floor in a dripping mass of each others sweat and cum. It was then I noticed the office door was open and her secretary was standing just inside looking at us. Then she smiled. I glanced at her boss and saw the most beautifully maniacal grin on her face.
“So I assume this means a second interview?”
Thank you bruisedbelly for the picture. It was the icing on the cake. 🙂
If you haven’t visited her site yet, do yourself a favor and click here: bruisedbelly
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