WORK FLOW

WORKFLOW

She looks the part

So ladylike, polite, and professional

In her business attire

Who would ever guess

She’s not wearing any panties

Underneath that pencil skirt

You told her to take them off

And to send you a picture

Of that pretty kitty

She obliged

But got so excited thinking of you

The wicked things you do with those sexy lips

On her lips

ALL her lips

She locks her office door

Props her open legs up on the desk

Slides her hands slowly up her legs

Pretending they’re your hands

Exploring her smooth, thick thighs

Finding their way to her warm, throbbing spot

She massages it softly

Intently thinking of your lips, your tongue

Your smell, your taste, your hard, manly body

Intertwined with her softness

The fire insatiable between you two

Now in between her legs

As her fingers stroke her soft wetness

Penetrating her pussy with pleasure

Wishing it was you

Swelling up inside her

All hard, thick, and commanding

Fucking her the way you do

Your thighs slapping against her ass

With intense thrusts

“Mmmmm………”

She moans softly as her body floods

With excitement and satisfaction

She sends you a picture of her….

WORK FLOW

Before neatly cleaning herself up

And getting back to work. 

Such a fucking lady……

© March 2015.  S.L.Lewis as Soul of a Poet