Back to Earth

Monday, April 6, 2009

Ah Mondays... reminder of the realities of life, killer of the weekend, slayer of fantasies... why must you mock me so?

Today started wonderfully, surprisingly. Dressed to impress (as has recently become the norm for me, though the effort is starting to wear me down), I took my usual stroll to the bakery. Even the nasty weather today couldn't dampen my excitement at getting a chance to flirt with my bakery crush... Naomi, my secret desire was again there and again looking as scrumptious as her scones. Now I must take a moment to remind you here of something, I certainly don't consider myself a lesbian or even as 'bi', but there's just something about Naomi that excites me. There's just something about her that makes me want to see more, do more, taste her...

Usually she smiles with just a hint of recognition, considering me perhaps as a slightly familiar face in a sea of customers. This morning however she actually took a moment to stop and look at me, noticing the brown stone necklace that neatly complimented my outfit.
'I love your necklace', she'd said. 'Do you mind if I ask where you got it?'
'Oh thanks!' I had replied, flustered all to hell. 'An ex got it for me, probably just plucked it from the clearance bin at Macy's on Christmas Eve'.
'Exes' she'd said, with a wry look. 'I guess that's why they're exes'

I must admit, I turned beet red but I think I got away with it. As she handed me my scone she looked me in the eye for perhaps a second or two longer than normal before saying 'see you tomorrow, I hope'.

Excitement! Now I can't wait until the morning... a rare feeling for me!

I went to work unsure of what Tyler's attitude would be after the happenings on Friday night. I was a little nervous and had been thinking about it a lot last night. What if something did happen between us? Tyler is a senior partner at the firm, if things were to happen and then turn ugly, it wouldn't be him that was looking for a new job. Perhaps I should work to make sure that this relationship remains cordial and professional? Tyler is after all married and I don't make a habit of playing with married men. As much as I want Tyler to bend me over his desk and spank me, finger me and fuck me; would it be the beginning of the end? What should I do? Your opinions are, as always, welcome.

As it happened Tyler was out of the office most of the day for his case, and I barely spoke two words to him. Perhaps tomorrow I'll have to begin 'Operation Cold, Yet Professional Shoulder'?