There is a quaint Strine word; ‘toey‘. It sums my particular state of mind and condition up.
I had a meeting, today, with Leggy Redhead from HR.
I successfully kept my gaze fixed to hers, never once letting my eyes stray towards her tantalising and invitingly pert cleavage.
I may have faltered, once or twice, and glanced at her full and oh so kissable lips.
And caught sight of her tongue, as she lubricated her lips from time to time.
I certainly did not admire…
the way her tight skirt…
clung to her figure…
when she stood up.
And when she shook my hand…
I didn’t notice her long, cool fingers…
as she PULLED ME IN TO HER ARMS, GROUND HER LIPS AGAINST MINE, FORCED HER TONGUE IN TO MY MOUTH AND PRESSED HER BODY AGAINST MINE; THE ACHING DESIRE IN HER LOINS CHIMING WITH MY NEED TO HAVE HER…
I’m sorry about that.
I seem to have drifted off for a moment.
It won’t happen again.
Feeling a bit.