Shalom, Boss. Do you have time for me, please?
As I started my shift, I heard her running down the stairs. I can recognize the knocks of her high heels. I turned back looking at her. A young married gorgeous perhaps religious mother who gave birth recently, and lives happily with her small happy family. She came down with black, dotted offwhite dress. it flowed as a waterfall over her body as she was making her way down. Her beautiful long silky dark legs and her feet pressed in that black high heel. She made my heart rate leap in ecstasy, and my spring of life rich with meaning. all of me wanted to wrap all of her, starting with her feet.
For some reason I couldn't maintain eye contact with her. I never could. I just shook my head with embarrassment to say hello. she looked back deep into my eyes, as she always does, so I turned my sight down. she looked stressed, confused, devastated. Hurrying, on her way attending a funeral of a colleagues daughter whos gone suddenly. so painful for everyone. I saw the sadness in her lucid dark eyes. She looked messy from the inside. Her hair was half brushed. I wonder how this unique lady manages all this daily stress, keeping low calm vocal tones to interact with her environment, and serene heart that pumps loving blood to all the surroundings.
My eyes follow her, till the very slightest movements. How she breathed, how she made her coffee, how she opened doors, how she talked, how she reacted to different people. I steal glances at her neck, shoulders, teeth, eye lashes, arm veins, young maternal attractive breasts, her stitched belly and thighs, as she takes different positions sitting on her chair. Her voice, in its nature, merges between mature and teenage vocal qualities. My ears shiver as your voice vibrates inside me.
I wonder if that crossed your mind the way I'm feeling about you lately.
She's gone now for a couple of hours and I'm starting to lose patience as I waited desperately for her presence around me again. To shower me with everything that she consists of. Everything she's made of. All the human she is. All the woman she is.
Two hours later I was attending the weekly staff meeting. She wasn't there. I was disappointed. I almost lost all hope until I heard her heels going upstairs. I knew she was her. I felt every step she made triggering more foreign beats between mine. In my chest. In my mind. Between my thighs. Fantasies of her entering the room, and pouring her loving existence on my soul and flesh made me so hard, my pants got tight as soon as she got in. I put one arm on my pe*** to cover it, as she picked the only chair positioned directly Infront of me. She entered fast, and took her seat gently in order not to disturb the flow of the ongoing conversation. Appeared to restart her mind and energies. Made small Rearrangement of her hair. put one leg on the other. Appealing as she is. Feminine as she is. Tough as she is. I gazed at her while fireworks played in my background. So many associations in my head all of them lurking on the idea of how much I want your soul and body to calm, rest, to be whole as I touch your skin with my bare hands. Fireworks of frames that I remember of you: small details about you like ummm the shape of your fingers, the way your knees break on those high heels, your veins in your neck, your black hair, your eye language, your teeth, your face muscles flexing as you switch between moods that you never externalise. If I can share with you how much I want to crawl on my knees, to your seat, hug your tired legs, lick your exhaustion out of them, massage them with the tips of my fingers. For the rest of the meeting, and kiss your toes badly. You always show love with open arms to those who seeked security and safety. Don't you deserve someone to give his whole entity to you back? I wanna be your favourite worker. What could make me your favourite worker? I can keep a secret, or more. I'll be right on your call always- whenever you call. Bet my auto-response and reflexes are faster than the most sincere dogs and wolves.
Should I be more sensitive to you, my dearest manager? Please Define my functions as you ever desired, extend my powers. rely on me. Grant me the honor of holding you and I'll transmit every minute of relaxation that the humankind has experienced since pre-history to all your stiffed muscles- the moment you call my name. Let as many as you can of my functions be dedicated to your satisfaction. To your service. To your pleasure. To your relief. To your feet comfort. Let me take off your heals, sniff your smell, inhaling every particle deep inside my lungs way to the tip of my p****, and hump them as I wash your burdens off your feet with my grey hair. I'd hold them close to my face, hug them to my cheeks. Let's build a green room, made only for us, so that you can demand to own me, tie me to you, anytime you desire, anytime you need anything. I can pick your daily dresses. I can pick your daily heels. You can have privacy if you need. You know... Dogs are proud to show their affection and love to their loved&desired ones. I'd totally be wagging my tail if my only job was to be your loyal servant. Try me, boss. Haven't I proven myself enough? do you need more of me? I know I need all of you.
You can Imprison me in the restroom next to your office. You can possess me to yourself alone, as your little secret, as your favourite kind of chocolate, as your damned creature that only you have known it's beauty, as your loving servant- or you can introduce me to people. I can't take my eyes off you anyway. Each time you have a break, each time you're reminded of things you need to do, to feel, to think, to accomplish, to desire, enter the restroom, and put me on your path. I'll go all the way for your sake, boss. I'll go all the way with you. I'll go all the way to you. Blindly.
((((I should Keep it formal I should keep it formal I should keep it formal I should keep it formal. How the fuck can I keep it normal or formal. counting days to see you again. Shabbat Shalom, boss))))