Can you feel it too?
Today, today, today…. What is it about today that puts me in this overly excited state?
Could it be it’s the wardrobe and the attention it’s pulling? Apparently there’s just something about a plaid wool, pleated skirt and white cotton dress shirt that gets the male population around here in a tizzy. So many men with catholic school-girl fantasies I swear; that and the glasses are a nice touch. Part naughty school girl, part naughty school girl teacher…. I’ll let them decide.
Somebody gave me shit for wearing a slip yesterday, since this skirt is thick and woolen I decide not to adorn one today. Which is a pisser, because now I am scratchy… but it makes for an interesting distraction for the men in my office to watch me lift skirtage a tad and appease the annoying itch on my upper thigh.
Maybe the re-affirmation that somebody is out there, feeling the way I do. You know who you are and what you want. Stop denying yourself... I'll be there soon, warm it up. IF you don't we'll have to skip the hot tub and move directly into the woods... kids or no kids... spouses or no spouses. Capiche?
Or perhaps my health?
Is it the fact that I feel 100% recovered from surgery, and absolutely alright enough to take something on…. Wish husband would comply; he still insists that I should hold on for two more weeks until I get a go ahead from my doctor. Dammit, why is he always looking out for me like that? He did tease a little last night, engaging me in some fantastic foreplay and then providing a little finger stimulation. Ahhhhh. Alas, it was not enough to appease me though. Reluctantly I accepted the mini orgasm and tucked myself in to bed.
I am almost sure it was that fucking dream though.
I had a very vivid enticing dream last night. So erotic and wonderful…
My partner in this dream is somebody I am familiar with, not overly familiar… but friendly. I have never met him face to face, but have seen him… observed him… notated likes and some dislikes. This knowledge made for a great visual and sexual assumption, therefore creating this pseudo-scenario of orgasmic proportions in my nocturnal slumber.
I awoke at 1:30 in the AM to wipe away the sweat, ask myself “what the fuck was that about?” and indulge in some midnight masturbation. Absolutely necessary.
Today, I feel excellent having had an adequate orgasm… and perhaps even a pre-meditated plan if I ever have the chance to meet him face to face.
*ahem*
Could it be it’s the wardrobe and the attention it’s pulling? Apparently there’s just something about a plaid wool, pleated skirt and white cotton dress shirt that gets the male population around here in a tizzy. So many men with catholic school-girl fantasies I swear; that and the glasses are a nice touch. Part naughty school girl, part naughty school girl teacher…. I’ll let them decide.
Somebody gave me shit for wearing a slip yesterday, since this skirt is thick and woolen I decide not to adorn one today. Which is a pisser, because now I am scratchy… but it makes for an interesting distraction for the men in my office to watch me lift skirtage a tad and appease the annoying itch on my upper thigh.
Maybe the re-affirmation that somebody is out there, feeling the way I do. You know who you are and what you want. Stop denying yourself... I'll be there soon, warm it up. IF you don't we'll have to skip the hot tub and move directly into the woods... kids or no kids... spouses or no spouses. Capiche?
Or perhaps my health?
Is it the fact that I feel 100% recovered from surgery, and absolutely alright enough to take something on…. Wish husband would comply; he still insists that I should hold on for two more weeks until I get a go ahead from my doctor. Dammit, why is he always looking out for me like that? He did tease a little last night, engaging me in some fantastic foreplay and then providing a little finger stimulation. Ahhhhh. Alas, it was not enough to appease me though. Reluctantly I accepted the mini orgasm and tucked myself in to bed.
I am almost sure it was that fucking dream though.
I had a very vivid enticing dream last night. So erotic and wonderful…
My partner in this dream is somebody I am familiar with, not overly familiar… but friendly. I have never met him face to face, but have seen him… observed him… notated likes and some dislikes. This knowledge made for a great visual and sexual assumption, therefore creating this pseudo-scenario of orgasmic proportions in my nocturnal slumber.
I awoke at 1:30 in the AM to wipe away the sweat, ask myself “what the fuck was that about?” and indulge in some midnight masturbation. Absolutely necessary.
Today, I feel excellent having had an adequate orgasm… and perhaps even a pre-meditated plan if I ever have the chance to meet him face to face.
*ahem*
posted by Everything Nice at 11:03 AM
2 Comments:
i hate undies but i do wear them under that length of dress...
Just thought I'd share that I find your blog to be quite stimulating ... and well-written to boot.
Also, having written a lil bit of erotica myself some time back, I'm looking forward to Tease Three. :)
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