I've just arrived at the office. The traffic was terrible on the way. However me being the worst one out there I acctually got in at 8:05… the official late time is after 8:15. I go about my standard entry rout, sign a piece of paper and go to my desk. So here's the little difference that inspired me to write. Usually I sit at my desk and set up my workspace for the rest of the day. Ie. Turn computer on, charge my iphon, get out a pen, ect. All of which are little items that don't make much of a difference.
Today instead of the standard routine, I sat down then turned around to ask a question. You see right behind me is the section head. He was overflowed with papers, none of which concerned the section. Me attempting to get work when none is available led me to see the traffic behind him. The door to which people come to sign in is right behind him, today it seemed all the women came after I did.
You should of seen the diffrent styles of cloths they had on. Keep in mind it's winter, add to that we are in a conservative country. Still yet they somehow managed to add a sexy appeal. One specifically that trumped the others. She was wearing a mini trench coat... What ever it's called was baige, looked expensive, and didn't go below the knees. I sware that I had a nude image flashing bhind the coat. From where I was siting at that moment she looked like sex. Pressburg on a silver platter. The irony is that I've seen this woman before and she's not all that. Today was different she looked hot.
It's just a natural to think of taking off your cloths when hot. Through my imagination I tore through her cloths without hesitation or thought. She may a well of had a bikini behind and I couldnt tell. Imagination is powerful. So much so that when activated can't be shut down. (at least not at the work place) and because of her I started noticing other Womans attire. If they have a ring on their finger they don't even appear on my radar. But for those who I know don't. Today they were nacked in my head. The tightness of the dresses and figures made it easy. Even what was once ugly seems like a dream. Not that this feeling hasn't occured before. I know tomorrow it will disappear. That which is a dream will be ugly again.
Though it haunts me. The thought of the magic and how easy it is, or isn't depending on… I don't know…that's why it's magic. There is however a new illusion on display. The hottest secretary has been placed at the desk next to mine. I'm at awe in the show, but have to remain at bay. Cannot touch even when it grows closer to me. Although I hate to admit, but I've crossed that line already. What was in my head at that time was… crazy. Still that moment has passed and was brushed off as… an accident. Though we both know what was ment as it was done. The set up was given, or taken… without a return. The teptation is wild, but I'm mostly I'm in control.
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