ErotiMama

I met a guy

I met a co-worker the other day who sparked something in me.

Where's that supply closet or empty corner office when you need it!

Wow! The outside package (not that one) was surely something to look at.

About 34, I'd say. Salt and pepper hair. You can tell he works out because his Polo shirt (and white tee under it) hugged his biceps.

I wonder what his chest and abs look like. I wouldn't mind being the object he uses for weght lifting. He can press me anytime.

OK. Wait. Here's where reality sets in. I'm married. He's divorced.

But, his hands. A nice firm shake that maybe lasted too long because when our eyes met, whoa! I felt it in my pants! I wouldn't mind feeling those fingers elsewhere, too.

He reminds me of a guy who I interned for when I was in college. Althletic, but gentle. The strong, quiet type that kept the romps quiet but was quick to find that broom closet for a quickie during the late afternoon hours when many already had gone home.

I have to remember that you're never safe with someone who can lose less than you.

Some smart, 'safe' person told me that years ago when I questioned my marriage vows. He talked me out of a lot that day and it didn't include clothes. Believe it or not, he was single, but he's married now.

My husband doesn't understand me having guys friends. I need someone to flirt with and one who will flirt back without crossing that line. It's fun to laugh and giggle and even blush when they compliment your hair, attire or even shoes.

OK, sounds like a gay guy could fill that role. Naw. I need someone who understands the rules of this game. The lines not to cross, but the ones that are fine to challenge -- like the shoulder rub that sends chills from top to bottom; the comment about my tight-fitting blouse and even the one about how great my legs and butt look in a new skirt.

I'm even OK with those who even put their hand on your thigh under the table at lunch with the group from the office.

It's so great to play. I miss those days.

Other than the last part, this sounds like a role a gay guy friend could do.

I hope this new guy isn't gay. I have no room in my life for another.

It was sooo real

I woke up this morning feeling as if I had lived my dream. It felt so real. I was even sore!

 

My legs were slightly opened and I could feel the fluids wanting to leak out as I rolled to my side. Then I felt that hip lock again -- like when they've been spread apart too long.

 

I knew it had to be a dream because I slept alone again last night.

 

As with most dreams, I don't remember the set up so much -- but the middle was sure juicy. (No pun intended -- really.)

 

It was so passionate. So intense. I'm afraid to even talk about it. It was kinda weird, though. To be so into it. To wake up and still feel you on me. I found myself with a hand on my stomach as if I was checking to see if I cleaned everything up.

 

It took me a long time to get over it. I was in a fog getting dressed and during the first couple of hours at work.

 

If had it been the  real thing, it would have been some of the best.

 

Let's hope it's a precursor to what could be.

 

I can't wait to see if we can still act like those people who lived in sin and had sex until all hours -- all night long.