#WednesdayFreeWrite – MEN AT WORK
MEN AT WORK
Men at work
Men at work
Nah
Just this man at work
That’s him
in those horn-rimmed glasses
and that bespoke suit
wearing the shit
out of both
Walking in
like he owns the place
His gaze
fixed on me
His smile
disarming
His command
beguiling
And I’m sold
before he even says hello
We talk
We laugh
We kiss
Then I’m pressed against a wall
dress unzipped
on the floor
pooled at my feet
His breath heats my neck
and his touch
teases those tiny places
begging to be discovered
“You are gorgeous”
he whispers
down my throat
between my breasts
against my pussy
He holds my face
when he kisses me
like I matter
like he wants me to know
I matter
He touches me everywhere
reverently
because he knows
I need to be revered
He indulges me
with sweet words
filling me with kindness
and light
and laughter
He pieces me
back together
without me
even realizing
I needed a little tape
His lips
work magic
up and down my body
as he makes me come
again and again
before fucking me blind
and stupid
Leaving me
if just for the moment
one happy girl
lost in world
of sensory overload
where all the fuckery
is forgotten
and all that matters
is me
and him
and us
It’s temporary
and fleeting
but who cares?
because
for those moments
it’s real
and raw
and fucking sexy as shit
this man
deciding to make me
his serious work
My #WednesdayFreeWrite series is based on what I write during the 10 minutes allotted my writing group’s Wednesday Prompt. As always, these pieces are works of fiction, erupting from my incredibly over-active imagination. They are unedited and unscripted, super loose and probably my favorite ten minutes of the week. They are perfect in their imperfections and I hope you enjoy.
