SINS OF S.O.A.P. JOURNAL ENTRIES Journal Entry #3 Too Shy to Flirt I’ve heard it said many times that sexually speaking, any reasonably attractive woman can pretty much pull any man she wants, just by sending signals that she’s interested. I consider myself to reasonably attractive. I dress nice, am always well groomed, and I’ve been told that I have a pretty smile. My problem is that I’m extremely shy. How does a shy woman send signals? I need to register for Flirting 101, because I couldn’t signal ‘go’ even if I were holding a traffic light. There’s a man that does regular business in the office I where I work and he’s so FINE that he literally takes my breath away whenever I see him. Seriously, I get so nervous I can barely breathe. He’s always immaculately dressed. His smile is smooth as silk. He’s tall, medium brown skinned, has a sexy bald head, and the most alluring dimples that call out to me to commit physical sins with him. To simply call him handsome would be like referring to an ocean as ‘some water.’ He’s far more than handsome. He’s sexylicious, and I am dying for a taste. Although I hide my excitement from being visible from both him and everyone else in the office, I do look forward to his daily appearance. I am always admiring his shirt, tie, and cuff-link combinations as I worship him in secret. The thing is, he’s always very friendly towards me. Sometimes when he flashes that killer smile at me, I kind of think he’s flirting with me, but I’m not sure. “Hey beautiful, how’s your day going,” he smiled at me and asked. “Hey, it’s going,” I try to force a little smile but I’m so determined not to reveal anything, my reply is overly cool and casual. What I want to say is “Hey there handsome, my day would be going far better if you would come over here and let me caress that sexy, smooth, bald head of yours while you continuously bob your face in between my legs, savoring the sweetness of my fat, juicy, wet pussy, forcing me to cry out primal screams of passion, as I flood all over your face. My day would be going GREAT then!” My mind floats away into fantasies of sexual bliss as I imagine his charming smile grinning up at me, my thick thighs wrapped around his head and his face glistening with my fresh cum. In reality, an awkward silence passes between us as if he’s waiting for me to say more, which I want to, but my nervousness won’t allow me to squeeze out more than four words at one time. “Do you have big plans for the weekend?” he asks. I want to say, “Hell yes, I have big weekend plans! I’m going to spend my weekend with you. I’m going to have my body all absorbed in that tall, muscular frame of yours- my hot naked skin against your hot naked skin while we tongue, and kiss, and bite and suck each other like lustful vampires. We are going to fuck like wild dogs in heat! I am going to sit straddled across your lap, take what I know has to be a nice, thick, long dick up inside my ‘t.a.p.’ and yell “Hi ho silver!” as I ride that dick like a champion cow-girl. I am going to have your manhood growing and swelling inside me while you passionately devour my breasts. It’s going to feel so good to you that you will want to give in to the pleasure and allow your wave of passion to burst inside me, but you won’t. You slide me off of you and bend me over on the bed, and force yourself full and hard inside me from behind. You pound me forcefully, thighs smacking loudly against my round ass while your dick penetrates deeper and deeper inside me, as if you are purposefully trying to punish me for some kind of wicked offense. Once again, you don’t cum inside me. You pull out, quickly pull me around to face you, and without words feed your exploding, creamy warmth all over my face and into my hungry mouth. Mmmmmm…….” I’m imagining how good he must taste, and damn near moan out loud before I catch myself. “No weekend plans that I know of,” I say timidly. “That’s a shame,” he says winking at me as he puts his papers back into his briefcase, “a pretty lady like you should spend her weekend out having fun.” With that he heads off toward the door to leave. “You try to have a good weekend.” He flashes those seductive dimples at me once again. I want to scream!!!! “Dammit a lady like me wants to spend her weekend having fun with YOU ALL UP INSIDE of her!! How can we make this happen? I have been lusting after you for months. Do I have to throw my panties at you to get you to know? It’s no doubt you are accustomed to smooth, confident women, that probably slide you their number with ease, all day every day. You probably get bored with all the attention. Ha!!! It’s some twisted irony, that I’m probably a refreshing change of pace for you- the one woman on your daily rounds who shows zero interest. BOY,YOU JUST DON’T KNOW!!!” © November 2012 , SLynneL as Soul of a Poet. All rights reserved. MCN: CB6NR-NZKKU-HX2MR © copyright 2012-11-21 09:38:40 - All Rights Reserved *Note: All SINS OF S.O.A.P. Journal Entries are purely fictional- for entertainment purposes ONLY.