The deadline approaches
Yet still my mind wanders.
“Focus Sally,” I implore myself.
But memories of last night persist.
“Oh god yes …last night”
The passion, excitement … lust floods my memory,
My nipples harden.
“But the deadline,“ I start to think.
That thought interrupted by the memory
Of how much he wanted me,
How quickly he took me,
How loudly I screamed his name.
I brush across my nipple.
The phone rings,
“Yes …no…sorry I have to go”.
I close my eyes and pinch,
Just a little but just right.
“My deadline …,” starts to creep into my mind again,
But now there is no going back,
“It will have to wait,” I tell myself,
As my hand slips under my skirt
And I smile with the anticipation
Of what is to come.
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