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All Work and No Play

This makes me want to be a BGM member! And I would like to work where she works…

Bad Girl's Mafia

We don’t need Jack Nicholson’s crazy ass to remind us that “All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy”  Monotony is unhealthy for all of us…Jacks, Janes, and everyone else in the daily grind.  Work is work and that’s that.  We have to do it.  It’s a matter of survival for most of us.

But how about breaking up the drudgery with a little play at work?

I am not advocating that you should go screw your boss.  Nor am I saying that you should be a homewrecker by shagging the new guy in shipping…you know, the one with the great package.  But I am saying…why not have some fun on the J-O-B?  Is there anyone there worth a second look?  Anyone who intrigues you?

I am on the brink of making a decision…and whether it’s good or bad is relative to the vantage point.  I will admit…

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One Hit Wonders-Hotel Valdosta

I am back after a lengthy hiatus.  I would love to report that my absence was from some extended hedonistic orgy in a far away tropical land.  But that was not the case.  A little thing called “life” broke in line, stepping in front of this pleasure seeking vixen and I ended up having to do responsible shit…you know, all the crap that has to be done…

When all I wanted, was to be the one getting “done”

During this responsibility-fueled sabbatical, I did quite a bit of thinking.  And reminiscing.  And fantasizing.  And….(you get the drift).  I thought about the gents I’ve written about and the fun times had by all.  I realized that I’d left out some of my favorite stories of the “one-hit-wonders” of my decadent past.

For several years of my career, I traveled.  I traveled from one side of the state to the other, often leaving on a Sunday night…to return home on a Friday.  The money was great, which helped my family.  But the hours were long and I was away from my kids, which was the major downside.  Along the way, I found opportunities to bring them with me and turn my obligatory business trip into a mini-vacation, while I still managed to work.  It was a win-win.

But for the most part, I traveled alone, but rarely did I find myself alone for long.

Early in my career, I went on a business trip with a colleague.  She was training me to take over a region, she had formerly managed.  She could see that I was more than capable of doing the job and left after one day of training…which left me on my own for four days.  It was my first time traveling alone.  It was nice.  I worked hard during the day and then I did whatever I wanted to do at night.  No kids to bathe…no dinners to cook…no husband to fight with.  The first evening, I stayed in my room and ordered room service.  The second evening, I ventured out to the hotel’s lounge and met several interesting people over free wine and appetizers.  On the third night, I went back to the lounge to see my new friends, where I met Alan.  He worked for Target and had just been promoted to a regional position.  He was tall and very muscular, with a shaved head and a devious smile.  We hit it off immediately.

He was charming.  We sat outside by the pool and talked about everything from work to kids to sports to history.  He was a great conversationalist.  I thoroughly enjoyed my time with him.  Around 8:00 that night, he said, “I am going to head back to my room to call my kids and check in on them.  I will be free in about 30 minutes.  Why don’t you come by and we can rent one of those overpriced movies to watch?”

And I thought…okay.  Sounds fun.  I will do the same.  So I called home and talked to everyone.  I emailed my expense report and prepared some items for work the next day when I heard a knock on the door.  It was Alan.

“How about that movie?” he asked.

“Sure. Let’s do it.” I said.

I had no idea he was about to fuck my brains out and ruin me for days afterward.  Really.  No idea.  I honestly thought we would watch a movie.  (My naivety astounds me at times).  

We arrived back at his room as he made a half-hearted attempt to find a movie.  In a fit of frustration, he flung the remote on the bed and said, “There’s nothing I really want to watch, how about you?”

I hadn’t seen anything that interested me either.

“You know what I want to do?” he asked.  “I want to kiss those full lips of yours.  I’ve wanted to all night. May I?”

And then it finally hit me!  OMG.  How silly of me….of course.  He was trying to weave a web of seduction.  My slut brain had been lying dormant and I didn’t detect the signals…but it was only a matter of seconds before I flipped the switch.

“Silly boy.  You don’t have to ask permission.  In fact, I’d rather you didn’t.  Just take what you want.”

That was the nod he needed to proceed.  He was adept and experienced.  Although, I’d opened the door of opportunity (and my thighs) quite wide, he continued on with his seduction.  He massaged every part me as he removed my clothing.  His lips grazed my neck. My ears.  My back.  My breasts.  He took his time and was relentless in how he enticed me with each touch.

His body was amazing.  His large stature and fit physique were a sight to behold, but there was a large scar on his abdomen.  It was where he had been stabbed as a teenager. He was part of a gang and spent a part of his life running with the wrong crowd.  And that just turned me on even more.  I was about to fuck a real bad boy.  I was about to bang a  member of a gang…ha! 

I recall how his mouth felt as he spread me open.  He told me, “You will never forget me.  I will devour this pussy and no one will ever compare.” He’s right, thirteen years later, few have had his talent for oral expression.  I remember hearing myself scream in ecstasy. I remember how his bald head felt in my hands as I held it tightly between my sticky thighs.

He eventually came up for air.  His face glistened with me as he whispered in my ear.  “You liked that, didn’t you?  Now you’re really going to like what I am going to give you.  I am going to fuck you hard.” He pulled my legs on his shoulders and slid himself inside my throbbing cunt.

His cock was fucking huge.  He filled every inch of me and more.  He teased me with his rhythm.  He would pound me hard and fast and then slow and deep.  And he would all but stop, pushing into me until I begged him, truly begged him for more…and then he would fuck me like a wild animal.  This went on for hours.

We fucked all over his hotel room, knocking shit over that got in our way.  He picked me up and fucked me against the bathroom wall, so we could watch it in the mirror.  Then he put me on the bathroom sink, facing the mirror, my knees on the counter with my ass in his face…so I could watch him lap me up.  That was fucking hot.

We got in the shower together and fucked some more.  He told me to suck him clean before we lathered up.  I guess I shocked him with my own oral skills, because he could not hold back any longer.  I will never forget how he grasped the shower rod and almost pulled it down.  He pushed my mouth away and shot his warm seed all over my face.

He lathered my body from head to toe and I reciprocated.  I loved the feel of his skin.  Once we were clean from the ditty deeds we’d done, we got dressed.  He walked me back to my room, made sure I was in and safe, kissed me and returned back to his room.  It was almost 3:00 am.

The next morning we passed each other in the lobby as we made our way to the coffee station.  “Good morning” he said, with that devious smile.  “You look rested.”

“So do you.” I smiled.  “It was great meeting you, Alan.”

And just like that…I turned and walked out to my car, headed to a meeting.  Keep in mind, I could barely walk and my entire body was sore from the night before.  It’s that kind of sore that makes you giggle under your breath.  The feeling that you’ve done something naughty and each movement is a reminder of how well you were handled the night before…

Sigh…

And then I realized…the money is great and the job is fun, but this is definitely a perk of working on the road.

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The Very Close Call

Lee was one of my many high school boyfriends…you know, the ones I used as a facade, so that no one would catch on that I was having a very inappropriate, very mature relationship with a man twice my age.

We started seeing each other when I was fourteen and he was fifteen.  It was puppy love (from his perspective) and we were together every day.  His home-life was not the best and I think he enjoyed being around my family as much as he did me.  And don’t get me wrong…we did have our share of escapades.  Although he was older, I out-experienced him, but we learned a lot together.  In fact, with him I learned how to give head upside down, with my head hanging off the bed.  Not bad for a freshman.

We were on-again, off-again all through high school.  In college, we had a steamy affair (neither of us married, but both of us were seeing other people).  By that time, he had gained more experience and the sex was amazing.  I recall one tryst.  HE was living with his older brother.  It was mid-afternoon and his brother was scheduled to work until 7:00, but he came home early.  Lee and I had been at it for hours.  I was a sweaty mess.  My long dark hair was stuck to the sweat on my face.  I was wearing nothing but a t-shirt as I was perched on his cock, grinding my body into his.  We were listening to Whitesnake (yes, it was the early 90’s) and I was consumed with lust.  I noticed his brother walk in.  Our eyes met and I didn’t shy away.  I didn’t stop fucking Lee.  I lifted the sweaty t-shirt from my body and took it off as I maintained eye contact with his brother.  I used the shirt to wipe the sweat from my face and smiled devilishly at his brother, as I threw it in a heap of our clothes on the floor.  Lee then noticed and dismissed him from the room.  We finished soon after and that was the last time we were together until 2005.

We ran into each other at a Chamber of Commerce breakfast.  Both of us were networking our businesses.  We had lunch a few times. The chemistry, the connection was still there.  Our first “reunion” was at a local biking trail.  Lee is an avid cyclist and we rode our bikes to a secluded spot and picked up where we left off 14 years earlier.  We fucked outside, in broad daylight, as if we were the only people around.  I wondered if the other cyclists could hear us, but neither of us cared.

That was just the beginning.

We embarked on a journey of lust and debauchery that lasted an additional 8 years.  We couldn’t get enough of each other.  We went through phases.  We would see each other often and then we would be apart for several months.  It was the ebb and flow of our dynamic.  It worked for us.

One spring day in 2012, we reconnected.  I woke up that morning, hungry for Lee.  No one else would do.   Especially not the man I was married to at the time.  He was consumed with addictions and spent his days gambling and drinking, as he plowed through our life savings.  Our relationship was over, but neither of us had the initiative to start divorce proceedings.  All of that aside…on that day, all I wanted was Lee.

The hubs had two doctor’s appointments back to back.  He worked very hard at being unemployed, so it was rare that he was out of the house for any length of time.  I welcomed the break and knew how I wanted to spend the four hours he would be gone.  With Lee.  I called him and told him the situation.  He cleared his schedule and headed over to my house.

He parked in front of a house a few doors down.  It was for sale on the market and always had different cars out front, so it wouldn’t bring attention from any of the neighbors.  He walked through my front door at 1:00 and immediately afterwards, the doorbell rang.

My heart sank.  OH SHIT!!!!  Who is out there????

I opened the door, and there was a young man standing there from TruGreen (a landscaping service) looking to sell me a lawn maintenance plan.

“Good afternoon, ma’am.  I am Chris from TruGreen.  I was trying to catch up to your husband before he came in, but looks like he got in here before me.  Do you guys have a few minutes to talk about your lawn?”

OH SHIT!!!  My husband?  Oh…he thinks Lee is my husband.  Okay.  I can handle this.  But what if he comes back by and my actual husband answers the door?  So I reacted quickly and said, “Oh no.  That’s not my husband.  He’s a co-worker and we are late for a conference call.  Can you come back another time?”

Chris bought the story and excused himself to return at later time.  Soon afterwards my legs were behind my head as Lee fucked me relentlessly. About an hour into it, we almost lost track of time and finished our afternoon delight in a frenzied state of climax that made me shake all over.

We cleaned up, got dressed, fixed the bed, and as I was walking him to the door, I heard the garage door open.  HUBS WAS HOME!!!! Over two hours early.

Lee went into stealth mode, slipped out the front door and got to his car in record time, just as hubs was coming in from the garage.  Seems the last doctor’s appointment was rescheduled for another time.

We pulled it off.  Barely.

Later that evening, the doorbell rang.  Guess who was back?  Chris.  The eager-beaver salesman from TruGreen.  Hubs and I both arrived at the door at the same time.  Chris was all smiles.

“Hey there again.  Sorry for intruding on your conference call earlier.  Is now a better time?  Is this your husband? he chuckled.

I could have DIED!  I kept my composure and said, “This is my husband! I am glad you came back!  Come in.  Let’s talk about that plan.”

My husband didn’t even catch on.  He was too inebriated to notice anything.  And I felt like I’d dodged yet another bullet.

From that day forward, Lee and opted to see each other in neutral places.

And Chris sold me a great plan.  My lawn was perfect that Spring.

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