Working Girl

Helmut Newton

September 29, 2010

Iron Man was back in New York, The Firefighter was emailing me out of the blue and The Director was sending scandalous texts. All the while I fantasized about my next meeting with The Business Man. What next, The Editor was going to crawl out of rehab? Ahh-hem, I mean, the woodwork?

My phone was blowing up, handsome, sexy, stylish men all eager to please. Even with all my options, The Business Man was the only one I cared to hear from. It’s rare to find a man that ‘gets’ you and still fully wants you; I had found one and now he was all I could think about.

My fantasies were running wild and my real life was eager to catch up. I’d imagine us lying in bed facing each other with our bodies pressed together. He would have his hands on my hips, moving them over my ass, pulling me closer so I could feel how hard he was. Our lips would touch and we’d kiss slowly, savoring every second until we couldn’t take another minute.

The Business Man would push me onto my back and force my legs apart pushing himself inside me. Moaning uncontrollably, I would dig my nails into his shoulders, begging him to take me harder. We’d tease each other until we both let go and devoured one another. Breathless and exhausted we’d lay in bed until we couldn’t stand the thought of not fucking again.

The vibration from my phone snapped me back to reality. In bed alone, I read his message. A smile crossed my lips. The Business Man was scoring points as my leading fantasy man and his dirty messages made me want him even more.

Putting my phone down I let out a sigh, exhausted from allowing my mind to run wild. With seconds before my morning conference call was set to begin there was just enough time to catch my breath and dial in. The dial tone clicked in and it was hard not to laugh to myself; if only the people on the other line knew what I had been up to in preparation for the call.

Not exactly the due diligence they probably had in mind.

Business With Pleasure

September 22, 2010

Every so often you’ll meet someone and there is this unspoken understanding that you both want each other; nothing is going to come between you and ripping your clothes off. 

We sat across from each other on the back patio at The Bowery Hotel discussing business; he was the key piece to getting this charity project to the next level and I wasn’t taking no for an answer. Let's call him The Business Man.

There was something about the way he looked at me when I spoke that turned me on like crazy; it make me want to lean across the table, slide my hands up his thighs and kiss him. It took every ounce of will power not to slide my tongue through his lips, grazing my teeth over his tongue; kissing him so deeply. 

I was aching to feel his hands pulling me closer, touching my hair, my legs and my waist. His hands looked amazing; I wanted them all over me, I wanted his fingers pushing inside me. I wanted him to bring me over the edge right then and there.

His voice snapped me back to reality, he was agreeing to take on the project. We clinked our glasses and I took an extra long sip, eyeing him over the top of my flute. I couldn’t help myself; I had to have him.

“Now that we have the business out of the way, would it be terrible if I kissed you right now?” The Business Man grinned and motioned me to come closer.

I couldn’t wait see if his kiss was as delicious as I had imagined and if his hands were as good.