Un-Stuck

Why would I fight it? She's impossibly beautiful and her presence is incredibly intoxicating. I found myself just walking towards her without question and it felt so good, so right, so perfect.  “That's a good boy” she purred, “Let's sit in the living room and chat about all the wonderful things that might be going on in your mind.”  My mind was racing at that moment. She turned to lead me to the living room and I couldn't help but steal a look at her from behind. An hourglass figure. Tight hips that trailed into a very plump ass and toned, slender thighs. My type by a mile. The Raven hair stretched down here back to the top of her butt, sides shaved with swirling, glyph like designs across them. Sharp facial features work almond shaped eyes. Her feet were narrow and cute and so graceful the way they naturally arched as she stepped one after the other.  She took her seat, or should I say, she flowed into it and tapped the cushion next to her. “Sit with me M...

It was her hair, always her hair, that got him first. It didn’t matter what she was wearing, or what perfume she sprayed on. It was whether it was down or up, curly or straight, because by that extension he knew which one of her he’d get before she said hello. But don’t get him wrong, there was something about her fingers too. Slender, long, and delicate as they traced tiny pictures onto his chest. She was always warm after a cold day. A well deep enough that he could keep pulling from and she never emptied. But something in the way her fingers wrote invisible poems against his skin kept him tethered to her. Drifting away only to come swinging back. He could read her, every gesture, expression, every sigh. The way she bit her lip when she was alone meant she was insecure, but the way she bit her lip when she was talking to a man meant she was interested. The brief stutter in her sentence meant she was caught off guard and the small crease in her brow meant she was annoyed by that. He ...

Another long day for the books. Man am I getting sick of these. Ah well, gatta pay those bills one way or another I guess. I’m almost home sick with how much time I have been spending away from Neko. I have to make it a point to take more time off and spend it with her. I hope she understands that I am trying. Better hurry home, I don’t want to spend another minute in this bloody office. I’m not very fond of this drive anymore either. I’m thinking vacation time. We haven’t visited our spot in a while and it is high time we cut loose and just got some time to ourselves. I’ll pitch that idea to her when I get in, hah, like she would say no to a couple weeks of us getting the lead out in our home away from home. She’ll be thrilled. I’ll tell the bossman I need the time, at least they’re good about that sort of thing. Easy traffic and home sweet home. Check that text from her real quick before heading in. Hmm. “Doors open babe. Just come up.” Ah she must be drained from the day and doesn’t...