Ahhh yes. The sun is shining.
The birds are chirping. Apparently the long, cold, icy winter has finally come
to an end here in the north east.
The other day Digger came
into my office with a professional issue. The others in our office have gotten
used to him when he comes in so even though the sleeves were cut off of his
shirt and he was covered from head to toe with tattoos, nobody blinked an eye.
As much as I tried to act as
though nothing was amiss, I noticed. I noticed his arms. I noticed his deep
blue eyes. When he stood up it occurred to me how tall he is, much taller than
me. I made a joke about someone I know whose sign on is “Titties and beer” and
Digger made a comment about not going to hookers anymore. I told him he didn’t
need to go to hookers. For a moment I felt sad for him.
Will he ever know true
love? Will he ever feel the true love of another. Even though I haven’t felt
that in quite sometime, the fact that I was lucky enough to find love once a
long time ago makes me feel blessed. I had it and it’s gone but it is okay
because I believe everyone should feel it at least once in their life.
As he left my office, I
watched Digger walk down the hall from behind. He left and I tried to focus on
my work but it was impossible.
All I could focus on was
comforting Digger. A vision crossed my mind. A vision of a younger, thinner me
climbing on Digger’s lap while he sat in my kitchen chair. I would kiss him. He
would put his hands on my breasts and rub my nipples. The thought makes me wet
even now.
He’s young…well…younger.
His cock would be long and hard. The thought…wet again. I ride him and move up
and down up and down. His voice is low and rough. I imagine he’d turn me around
and enter me from behind. He would thrust slowly at first then picking up
momentum and then hewould cum then slow down again.
After that who knows. This
cannot happen and yet I would not fight it too hard if it did.
