Apr 292011

I write this post on my last day of the job I was working when I started this blog. It wouldn’t feel right to not blog today while at work.

Well. Kind of. 2 years ago we were “restructured” and so while I still worked for the same branch and in the same block of buildings, my job duties and the building I worked in changed. And with that change back then also coincided the beginning of changes in what I’d be able to get away with at work. There was a time with a certain man when it was commonplace for me to be masturbating at my desk while chatting away with him or someone else, taking photos to be shared with him, someone else, and/or the blog. Usually all three.

So while I will walk away today from this building and these particular coworkers knowing that it’s not the place I sat the day I first penned this blog, it’s still “the place I started this blog” at. And through fate, and the butterfly effect, it is roundabout because of this blog that I am leaving this job today and this state in a week. This fact alone is utterly mind-boggling to me: that because of connections of connections I made through this blog my life is changing in a hundred ways. I never imagined that anything connected to this blog would have such a huge impact on me but this is the final straw of being proved wrong, and not the first time I’ve been proved wrong on that subject. While this blog is not over, this chapter of my life is and I have changed.

Yesterday I felt compelled to do two things “for old time’s sake”; the things that were once the staple and theme of this blog. I snapped some risky risque shots (to be shown in upcoming WantonWednesday posts), inspired to recreate the first office photo taken. I then pulled out my trusty silver bullet vibrator and orgasmed at my desk, again, one last time. I didn’t do it for the reasons of old…..sadly. I had no chat companion saying dirty things to me, no erotica fiction tumbling forth from my fingertips. And it was with sadness that I realized I had no one to show the photos to, either. Yes, you all….. But back when I was taking these regularly it was always for someone else. A request, a demand, a dare. And this time I had nobody to giggle and send the snaps to. It was a very melancholy realization. The nature and backbone of this blog has changed….for better or for worse, I don’t know. My social-sexual life is nothing like it was that first summer of blogging or the first year even. Will it ever be again? I don’t know.

I’ve always been the sentimental sort. To a fault. I didn’t much like high school; I wasn’t popular, I hated the school itself and the throng of other students pressing around you at all times, I hated the classwork and etc. But yet I still had connections. I still “grew up” there. Had friends. On the last day of high school I cried. I took photos. I looked around at every period of the day with purposeful eyes, trying to memorize everything. I knew that life was changing and even though I was leaving behind a chapter that wasn’t always good to me it still held a treasured place in my life. That’s kind of how I’m viewing this last day. Did I start the blog *because* I worked here? Because of my dire boredom back then? Quite possibly, yes. I started it not long after I found a way around the very restrictive internet policy (I used a remote login site called Logmein.com, and just did everything via my home computer. In later times I would up the security to accessing Logmein from Portable Firefox loaded up on a usb memory key). I browsed OkCupid and made acquaintances that led to me creating this blog. To finding the world of sex-blogging in general. While this city and what we thought we’d get out of the move to here ultimately let us down, I think I’m realizing that it was a necessary step. We were meant to be here at this time. It doesn’t make it suck less, I can’t stop viewing it as somewhat of a stall to our lives (because the progressions and gains that were “supposed” to happen, didn’t)…..but it brought us to this day. To next week. To the next big chapter.

So yes, while I won’t miss much of anything concrete here – (not the buildings, or the way things are run, or the job I did, or most of the people around me, or the office itself, or the commute, or the downtown city, or for that matter our apartment) save for one or two people and the simple convenience of many stores being in a close driving distance – I am a little sentimental about this day. To be certain though I am happy for it’s arrival. I am happy at the prospect of my future after our move, happy to move on from this place and this state and the ideals here.

But I won’t forget what this place did to me, for me, brought me. I have no ties, though, no true friends and no family in this city. The few friends I made here will shortly fade away I’m sure…..and so there you have it.

It’s time to go.


Other than a WW post next week, expect this place to remain fairly quiet yet until we move and get a little settled in. I think both hubs and I have kinda been unconsciously waiting on me to be done with work for the full-throttle srs bzns packing to begin (which doesn’t leave us much time to do it, but then I think we both perform best under pressure).

Feb 082010

“I parked in the garage today. Top floor.”

That was all Office Boy’s email said. While I had a pretty decent idea why he was telling me this, I decided to play coy and I asked him why.

“Meet me inside the elevator lobby up there at 12, and you’ll find out.”

“Will I need my coat? It’s pretty cold out there, you know. Where are we going?”

“No coat. Not going anywhere. You’ll see….just be quiet and enjoy ;)”

And so the morning progressed as it usually did on days like that. Flirts and looks and words strung together made my breathe catch and heart race. He had me squirming and wet. I contemplated putting the bullet vibrator in but as soon as I mentioned that idea to him he said no…not “yet”. When he told me to bring the vibrator with me on lunch break, I knew for certain his full intent.

When I stepped out of the elevator onto the top floor of the garage I was happy to see that at least the dark and cloudy sky was calm; I hadn’t brought an umbrella. He was standing a few feet away, waiting on me. Suddenly I felt like I was in high school and I flashed back to uncomfortable, frustrating backseat sessions. Thankfully the car he was leading me to was a nice sized SUV. He unlocked it with one of those keychain buttons and grinned at me as he held the back door open. I smiled and shook my head in partial disbelief as I climbed in first and slid across the bench seat. I glanced out a few windows and could see two buildings taller than ours nearby.

“I wonder if any of those people inside happened to be looking out and saw us get in?”

He smiled and said “I hope so” as he pulled me in hard for a long kiss.

This was a moment that we hadn’t experienced yet – (somewhat limited) privacy, a lesser chance of being caught. Time. As the rain started, that chance of being caught together lessened even more. We knew this and broke the kiss for a quick giggle at our luck.

His hand quickly slid from my throat to my collarbone and lingered for a soft sweep across the top of my breasts before one hand continued down to cup my breast inside my bra. His thumb flicked my hard nipple a few times and I gasped while his tongue was in my mouth. Some quick teenage-like fumbling occurred as our hands and arms tangled in our hurry; I unbuttoned the top two buttons of my v-neck sweater and shoved my other bra cup down to fully expose the breast that his hand wasn’t busy with and he quickly followed my lead with the side of the bra in his possession. Foreheads pressed together, lips not quite touching, we both slowed down to do just one thing.

He pinched one nipple lightly; I said “harder”.

He pinched harder and I said “yesss…fuck”.

His other hand joined my other breast and he whispered “God you have such beautiful tits” right before he pinched both nipples *hard*, which elicited a squeak and a moan from me.

We kissed lightly and without focus, both a sensual act and maddening at the same time. More, I needed more.

In a blur I was on my knees on the seat, straddling his leg, his mouth latched onto one nipple and his fingers hunting for the key to undoing my dress pants. Before I could think to offer help I felt his cool, rough fingers finding out just how wet I was. He massaged my clit as I shamefully pressed my cunt harder against his hand but this wasn’t a good angle. Not with pants. I wasn’t sure it was a smart idea, but they had to go.

As my pants came off the bullet vibrator fell out of my pocket; his eyes lit up when he saw it. At the same moment I remembered how he had wished in the past that he could hear me as I came those times in the bathroom for him, or better yet he wished to hear me come in a place I didn’t have to grasp for the strength to be quiet. With my panties left on I put the bullet in its traditional location, nestled between my very slippery cunt lips and the cord threaded up and out the top of my panties. The snug stretchy fabric held the bullet in place despite all the slippery juices, so that when I turned it on I was rewarded with perfect vibrations thrumming away on my clit.

I told him to kiss me and as he did my hand found that very tempting bulge in his pants; aftera minute or so I finally moved from rubbing and teasing through the fabric to his belt buckle but he stopped me.

“No, right now is just about you and if your hand is on my cock I won’t be able to hold to that.”

“That’s not fair to you, though!” I protested and I meant it.

“Oh you’re not going home tonight until I come. By 5, everybody will be cleared out of this level” and he grinned at his foolproof little plan.

I considered teasing him more and making him think I wouldn’t be able to meet up again, but I’m not that mean and I really needed to come. A funny thing happens when I find myself in situation like this – disheveled state of partial undress, a morning of teasing and arousal, a cute guy kissing me and pinching me in exactly the right ways with one of my favorite vibrators buzzing away on my clit……I act like a bitch in heat. In between kisses I nearly begged him to fill my cunt somehow, some way. His fingers pushed my panties aside just enough and in went 1….2….3 fingers with the heel of his palm pushing against the bullet. I ended up writhing and humping his hand as I whispered “almost” which prompted his free hand to pinch a nipple and his lips to travel to my neck, to that perfect spot.

He later told me I was loud when I came, loud and beautiful with eyes closed and filthy words and moans pouring from me while my cunt spasmed and clenched around his fingers.

I couldn’t wait to try to return the favor at 5pm.