Archives for 2 September 2007
Nailed Ebony Chick
Nailed Ebony Chick
Tom didn’t hear my move, but he set the printout down with a shaky hand
and turned as if to go. I leaned back on the door, with my hands behind me.
I had on my most effective sweater, the v-neck with just a hint of
cleavage, a light blue cashmere, and matched it with the most vulnerable
expression my face could manage. It’s a man-killer; has worked on Chuck
every time on, well, _lots_ of occasions, and gotten me out of a lot of
speeding tickets too. Tom could hardly throw poor little me aside and run
away, so he had to hear me out…and I made a point of not talking too
much. I just lowered my eyelashes, and said I needed a hug, and got one,
too, and though he tried to hold himself away and just squeeze my
shoulders, I snuggled up my “best features” to his chest, and managed to
put an arm around his lower back and pull his hips in a little closer (just
like high school days!) and, yep, sure enough, he had a serious bulge in
his pants already.