Dreams and Fantasies
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Posted:Aug 29, 2017 2:49 pm
Last Updated:Aug 29, 2017 2:50 pm
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She walked back to her desk, feeling frisky and alive.
It might have had something to do with the air that she felt on her exposed lips under that skirt. The ones framed by the garter's lines that went to hold up the hose she was wearing.
On the way back to her desk, she took a detour to the bathroom.
She got into the stall and locked the door.
She lightly ran her fingertips and nails along the curves of her breasts that were above her bra cups. Mmm, that felt good. She slowly dragged her nails over the the edge of her lacy bra cups and ran her nails below the edges of the cups... relishing that feel so close to her nipples but not touching them.
One hand left the dallying of her fingers on her breasts to go explore the tops of her hose and the exposed skin just above them. She lifted her skirt a bit higher and a bit higher still. Soon, the cooler air of the bathroom was brushing against the skin of her ass and her lips and thighs.
She imagined all the men in the meeting that she had just been in with. All of them had some aspect of their face that she liked. Some had nice hair, some had nice lips, some had nice eyes. She imagined them, one by one, looking at her while she did the things that she was doing to herself now. She imagined their different expressions, some would be shocked, some would be intrigued, some would be lustful. She continued to tease herself, never quite touching her clitoris, never quite touching her nipples. She did this for about 5 very long moments, and then she straightened her skirt and blouse out, reluctantly buttoning up the blouse one more higher, hiding her bra, but not all of her cleavage, and then she flushed the toilet just in case someone was in the bathroom, and walked out of the now unlocked stall, washed her hands, and then dried them.
When she walked out of the bathroom, she was as happy as she could be, had ever been, at work, and walked to her desk. Going around the corner just a bit too fast, she bumped into Mr. Freeman, a full bodied bump with his hands going up and onto her breasts, where he held onto her for a full second longer than he needed to, longer than to ascertain whether either of them would fall.
A shocked look on his face, and one of indulgent pleasure crossed hers.
"mmm, excuse me..." she murmured under her breath.
He reluctantly smiled and said, "Wow, I should have been more careful. I apologize..." at this moment, he sniffed the air in confusion.
After a brief pause, she asked him what was wrong?
"Oh, I can't identify your perfume. You smell amazing. What is that smell?"
"Anticipation. I made it myself. I wear it on pulse points that makes it near impossible for anyone but myself to smell. Count yourself among the very few that have smelled it." As she stepped back, she saw that a look of disappointment was now on his face.
"Oh don't worry, I think you will get a chance to smell it again... soon."
With that, Mary sashayed down the hallway, away from Mr. Freeman.
He stood there with a contemplative look on his face.
He sensed that she would be some kind of trouble in a co-worker.
He smiled as he turned away from her and went about his business to his office.
He was looking forward to it.
The Cust
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The Day Is Nearing...
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Posted:Aug 24, 2017 11:33 am
Last Updated:Apr 26, 2024 9:8 pm
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Our main character, oh let's call her "Mary", is in mid-life. Never married. No . Working a corporate job with many people above her in the line of succession and a few below her. She goes to her 8-6 job, works industriously at times but sometimes not so much, she comes home and waters her plants, does exercise, eats sensibly, reads a book or goes on the internet to see what her family and friends are doing or watches TV, goes to sleep at a sensible hour, gets her 7 hours of sleep, and does it all over again.
Excitement is not part of her life.
But Mary knows, she knows, that excitement is just around the corner.
She must be patient. She understands patience. It has been her friend for all of her life. When she wanted the award for being the smartest in elementary, she worked hard for it, grinding out those years until the end when they graduated, and there was a three-way tie. While it wasn't supremely satisfying, she had achieved her goal through patience and work.
It happened again in Junior High School or middle school, whatever they are calling it these days. Another three-way tie but with different . Again in High School, another three-way tie, and she gladly took the lesser role there in giving speeches.
The day was coming. She could feel it. It made her a little restless, but as mentioned before, patience was her virtue, her friend, her tool. Keeping her patience for what was to come but be willing to throw everything away when her chance for that excitement came. She had to not be tied to bills, to animals, to even the plants. The few times she had managed to get away for a brief vacation, she talked to her neighbor and asked her to water her plants. In showing her which ones needed more watering or more frequent watering, she mentioned that the neighbor should take whatever she wanted from her apartment or her plants, should anything happen to her, Mary. The neighbor made a face, "Do you expect something to happen to you?" Mary responded with a smile, "You never know."
One day, Mary came to work and was notified of a meeting that had been thrown together at the last minute and that she was needed in that meeting. That day, Mary had worn a pencil skirt with a kick flap in the back, in grey. Her blouse was white and a button down, with french cuffs. Her hair was up in a chignon, but normally was worn down and was medium length, just past her shoulders. Her make up was subdued, as it always was, but for some reason she had decided to put on bright red lipstick. Her glasses were a thin wire frame but as always she felt like she was hiding behind them.
She walked into the meeting with her usual accoutrements- she had a mechanical pencil, a black ink pen, a notebook, and a tablet computer. For some meetings, she used the notebook to write in, for some she drew on the tablet. She was on the creative side of the company but her job was less than creative. She sat down in the middle of the long conference table and waited patiently for the others to settle in.
Gradually, she became aware of the fact, that she was the only woman in the room. All the rest were men in their 30's to 50's, all fairly good looking, all in fair shape. No one was a model, yet there was something lovely to look at for a woman, in all of these men. She smiled to herself, as the leader of the meeting, a new mid-manager walked in.
His face was interesting to look at. He did not have smooth skin, but rather it was pockmarked by either long-ago chicken pox or really bad acne. His almost black hair was cut short except for a long forelock that hung in over his forehead at times but that he brushed back when it came too far forward. He had interesting grey green eyes that were intelligent and seemed to see into people, though Mary did not feel that he could see into her. He ran the meeting as if he could read what people were going to say just prior to them actually making their utterances. Mary, kept quiet, taking the appropriate notes and smiling every once in a while.
His name was Mr. Freeman, and he said he preferred to be called that. He called everyone Mr.-and-their-last-name, but as Mary had made no comment, he had not come to the problem of what to address her as.
Towards the end of the meeting-
"Excuse me, miss? We haven't heard from you... what am I to call you?"
"Oh that is just Mary. You can call her that." Interjected another male at the table.
Mr. Freeman looked sharply at the speaker, who quickly shut up.
"What am I to call you? Miss...?"
Mary was sure this was the moment she had been waiting for.
"Please call me, Miss Caracal."
Mr. Freeman looked at her for a moment, then tilted his head ever so slightly.
"Caracal? Isn't that a wild cat? Asia?"
Everyone in the room had now turned to look at Mary. All the men were obviously appraising her looks. And more than a few looked intrigued.
"Yes, it is a wild cat in Asia and Africa. I see you know your wildcats and how to identify them." Mary said calmly. "Getting back to ..."
"What an unusual name! How did your family come to have that as a last name?"
Mr. Freeman asked in an amused tone.
Mary looked at Mr. Freeman for a moment, lifting one eyebrow.
"I think that might be a better question for a private conversation and we need to get back to..."
The meeting went back to what was being discussed and it finished ten minutes later.
As Mary was gathering up her tools, one of the men leaned in, "Private conversation? I would like to have one of those with you."
Mary raised both eyebrows in surprise and said in a low voice, "Well now, aren't you the picture of appropriateness." The man backed off, but Mary looked at him and chuckled. He looked back at her confused and uneasy and walked away.
She could feel the straps of her garter belt that were holding up her stockings against her legs, and she straightened her skirt with an expert snap of her wrist. As she gathered her stuff from the meeting against her chest, she saw that one of her buttons on her white blouse had come undone, and that the lace of her white bra was showing just a bit. She smiled and didn't bother to button it up, but as she walked out of the conference room, she caught Mr. Freeman sneaking a look at her bra.
Her excitement had just walked into her life.
She was going to ready herself for the ride of her life.
The Cust.
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The Intro
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Posted:Aug 22, 2017 10:04 pm
Last Updated:Aug 23, 2017 11:14 pm
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She was middle aged, and not tall and not short.
Her hair was brown and straight.
She wasn't anything in particular, and she didn't stand out in a crowd.
She looked neither old nor young, not fat, or chubby, not lean, or skinny.
She often felt invisible.
She signed on to a dating site or three.
And a few dates progressed from that contact on line but no where did she feel special.
But she knew that she was special.
And that she had to be patient.
Her sexual desires and wants were interesting ones, ones that she wanted to explore.
She had waited long enough.
She was now brave enough.
She was going to start living, dreaming, and getting her sexy on.
Did you want to come along on these adventures?
Stayed tuned.
The Cust
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A Returning Member Who Likes To Blog
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Posted:Aug 11, 2017 11:13 am
Last Updated:Aug 22, 2017 10:04 pm
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Well I guess I am returning from running away a while ago.
And I guess I am going back to expressing myself how I know how.
Have things changed much since I have been away?
Anyone getting laid (snorting with laughter)?
I think this go-around I'm going to try things a little differently.
I hope that I get an audience but even if I don't, this is going to be an experiment.
So hang onto your hats,
zip or unzip those pants/shorts/dress,
and put on your seat belt,
I plan on having this be a bumpy ride!
The Cust
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