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Insanely Inane Thoughts

If fate doesn't make you laugh, you just don't get the joke.

Needful Things

"It wouldn't take me more than a few minutes," I tell Dan as I head towards the restroom.

"Better make it quick, Nancy.You know how the boss feels about slackers," he yells out before I can make it into the restroom.

I know how the boss feels about slackers ; but he would have to wait for now.I had to fix certain needs of mine before the meeting started.


I stare with dumbstruck fascination as the beauty of your curves sinks into me.

But I am in no mood for foreplay.It's a quickie I want and it's a quickie I'll get.

You seem as wet as one can be ; ready for the taking.

My eyes widen in anticipation as I guide you gently into me.I close my eyes as a sense of refreshing fullness takes over.

But somewhere, something has gone wrong.A feeling of unease spreads over me ; you have started to hurt me a bit.My eyes begin to water as I pull you out hastily.

The only form of protest that you offer to me is silence.A deafening one, at that.

"Let's try again," I whisper to myself as I guide you in once more.Again,a re-assuring fullness takes over.Eyes closed,mouth partially open ; I let the moment sink in.

"It's much better now," I speak out.You feel good inside

I let out a startled gasp as the cell phone jumps into life.

It's Dan.The meeting starts in a minute's time.I better hurry, he tells me.I'll be out in a minute, I tell him.He hangs up with his customary grunt.

I better hurry up the second time around.I cannot be bothered with slight twinges of unease, I tell myself as I guide you in once more.

I feel complete ; ready to take on the world.

Lucy enters the restroom as I am washing up.

"Dan told me that I would find you in here.What's taking you so long?"

"I had a bitch of a time putting in those awful lenses of mine....," I reply as we leave the restroom.
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