This was one of those dreams I woke from and instantly wished I could go back to sleep, reset, and start the dream where it left off. I was meeting with a woman in the office who had always been flirty, but prim and proper. Never a hint at potential beyond flirts. Well this morning was different. As she leaned across the desk to highlight the bullet point on the PowerPoint, her blouse draped down, showing a soft pink lace bra. My eyes went to her breasts like magnets. I could not have skipped the breast-glance regardless the consequences. Continue reading
We’ve all had those days. The boss turns into a nasty, whiny, self absorbed, diva bitch. My luck, I occasionally have two. Tell me what happens to the seemingly normal people when they get promoted, started making oodles of money, and sit on Executive Row. From what I’ve seen, it doesn’t matter the moral backbone, or the humble nature of their personalities, but as soon as they get the positions, they turn to full blown Divas.
My recent experience about put me over the edge. Had it not been for a very kind colleague who talked me off the ledge, I may have gone psycho on one of them. You see, I had arranged a conference at an airport hotel. I have had quite a few meetings at that particular hotel so they know me rather well. When our group checked in, several of us (lower level peons) were given room upgrades. Continue reading
Human breasts are a wonderful thing. That really needs to be clarified…. a woman’s breasts are a wonderful thing. Men’s not so much. I work in a company of mostly women, so am regaled by the sight of women’s breasts on a daily basis. Some are more proud of them than others, but they are plentiful, come in all shapes and sizes, and fascinate me.
I especially enjoy talking to a beautiful women who is squared off, face to face, looking very serious, and focusing on her important topic, who, in mid sentence crosses her arms in front of her chest. At that point, she inevitably gives a little clench, squeezing her arms together. Almost magically, both of her breasts rise up ever so slightly, bulging at the top of her bra which I am acutely aware is hiding right below her blouse. The cleavage becomes pronounced, straining to be free. A beautiful sight. Continue reading