Captainstrangecollector - Strange Collections

…mmmmm, she’s a schemer…{blushing}…on a surf board…{double-blush}…<3 emmie @ le cocu quotidien.

Her boss is tall and handsome and older than her.

She thinks of him when she sees it, when she tries it on in the dressing room, when she buys it for herself and secrets it into her closet at home.

How could she know you would find it?

How could she know what you'd think?

After hours in the office, unavoidable in her glistening rubber sheath, he appears in her office doorway and asks if she's free to grab a drink.

He's met you before.

He's aware that you exist.

He just doesn't care.

How could you know how it would sound, the gentle drops of his pleasure, falling from her lips and landing on taunt rubber stretched across bended knees, how distant she's be when finally she returned home to you?

She never would have imagined it.

But the mind is a mystery, capable of many impossible things.

…mondays aren’t so bad…{blushing}…<3 emmie @ le cocu quotidien.