Dian's got a dick on his head!!!!

Can someone PLEASE explain this to me?

Chin dick.

I don't freaking get it.


(Points to those who get the reference.)

Another Brick In The Wall, Pt. 2.

I can't stop thinking about Hot Boss, who from now on shall be called Mister (mostly because that's easier for me to think and type). Tensions are at an all time high, and I can't do anything about it! It's driving me mad. My only relief from it is these blog entries, in which I release everything my sordid mind thinks up during the days and nights.

I want him so badly I can taste it. It drives me mad that I can't have him, which in turn makes my fantasies that much wilder. So I impart to you, loyal readers, my Fantasy of Dirt and Oil, one that began so many months ago at our old store and shall continue to grow here in the new one....

It's closing time for our department and it's only Mister and I left. All the technicians have gone home and I'm closing down the computers and putting up the day's paperwork. He's still out in the shop, cleaning up the messes that the boys didn't think important enough to finish. As the manager, he feels it's his duty to leave the shop in pristine condition for the next morning's open. I stare out the window at him as he sweeps and looks incredibly wistful. He turns suddenly and notices me standing there. My face flames crimson, for I was wearing the same expression that his had been.

We both had our problems, this handsome man and I. Our problems were similar, and we could talk together without worrying that the other wouldn't understand. It was one of the reasons I'd been so eager to get back to this department after I'd been transferred back to the front. Others could claim they understood, but the didn't- not really. The profound sadness in his eyes as he leaned upon the broom gazing at me wrenched my heart. I could feel it rend as I stared back at him.

Laying the broom aside, he walked quietly to the door that led back in from the shop and leaned his head in, beckoning me to join him out there. Gladly, I went.

“It's terrible, isn't it, the mess they leave this place in? There's no respect there at all,” he spoke bitterly, handing me a broom to help with the sweeping. Taking it, I nodded. I had made it a point until now not to get caught alone with him, because I didn't trust myself not to spill out the innermost desires of my heart and body to him. The last thing I wanted was for him to know...

“Krysta...” His soulful brown eyes stared into mine.

“Yes?”

“You missed a spot.” He laughed a soft laugh, and dutifully I swept the last of the dirt into the little pile we'd made. “It's amazing, isn't it?”

“What is/” I leaned upon my broom, hands crossed over the handle.

“That we should be standing here now, together and alone. Alone in more ways than one. You and I, we're the same. You've got your divorce, I've got mine. Your heart breaks a little every day- I can hear it in your voice. Is it ever going to stop hurting?” Anger tinged his voice as the conversation took this turn, one which we both had avoided while there were others around. “Can a broken heart ever completely heal?”

I shook my head, and my hair floated around a bit before coming back to settle on my shoulders. “I don't think so. But it can beat again for someone anew.”

“And then that person takes your heart and wrenches it, too. The pain of relationships sometimes seems... not worth the struggle.” He laid his broom aside, and I followed suit. Quickly, he changed the subject.

“Let's go check the pit. I know they didn't clean that right. They never do.” Leading me down the stairs, he continued talking. “One of these days, one of the guys is going to slip and fall and break something on these steps. Please be careful. I don't want anything else of yours broken.” I could hear a smile in his voice.

“Nor do I, boss.” Reaching the bottom of the stairs, I could see that he was right- only a rudimentary cleaning had been done. No attempt to hose the oil off the floors or the catwalks had been made. Dirt clung to everything. Mister caught my shock and dismay out of the tail of his eye.

“Disgusting, isn't it? I should write each and every one of them up for leaving this place like this...” As he spoke, I was venturing a little deeper into the pit. I'd never been down here and was fascinated by the equipment and the utter filth... and then I slipped. My feet went right out from under me, and I fell.

My head cracked hard on the concrete floor, enough to make spots dance in front of my eyes and tears of pain flow down my cheeks. In a flash, Mister was right beside me, cradling me in his arms, supporting my neck, and checking me over to see if anything was broken. “Oh, my god, Krysta, are you all right? Can you hear me?” I nodded. As I did so, he began to check me over for injuries. Then he did something unexpected- he leaned down and kissed me.

Taken aback, yet not willing to let this moment slip by, I leaned into his kiss. His arms went around my shoulders and brought me close, practically crushing me against his lean form. He was amazingly strong for such a small man, and I felt my own arms encircle him. My head stopped throbbing as our kiss deepened, but then I noticed that the throb had only relocated itself further down my body. I could feel his heart beat against his chest as he sank down beside me there on the floor, letting go of me.

“I didn't mean to do that...” He helped me sit up.

“It doesn't matter. No one will ever have to know. I certainly won't tell anyone.” I drew my legs up and circled them with my arms.

“Your clothes are ruined.” Apology was in his eyes and voice.

“They're just clothes/ Easily replaceable.” I turned towards him, smiling. “How long has it been for you?”

“Too long.” He reached out for me again, cupping my shoulders in his hands. “But, we can't...”

“I said, no one will have to know.”

“Then you're saying...”

“I'm answering an unspoken question. The one that's in your eyes whenever you look at me. The one that's in your voice whenever you speak to me. And the answer is yes.” I leaned forward on that filthy floor and I kissed him full on the mouth, allowing him once again to crush me to him. Our fingers worked at the buttons on each other's shirts until we were free of restricting cloth, and they were being used to pillow my injured head against the hardness of the floor. My fingers dug at unyielding leather, his dug at resisting cotton.

Finally, we were free of constraining garments and our fingers found soft, warm flesh. He pressed against me, and slowly I opened for him. I felt his hardness hover at the entrance of me for just a moment, then he pushed against it and he was there, inside me. I felt every move he made as he twisted my body to do his will. His face was buried against my neck. My hands found his back and I clutched as the pure force of his thrusts drove me over the precipice of my climax. His groans were only matched by my breathy squeals. I brought my mouth to his ear and whispered. “Harder, please.”

Gladly did he oblige my request, sending me again into throes of ecstasy. He shoved himself up and I wrapped my legs around his waist, drawing him in as deeply as he could go. He moaned and shuddered as he came inside me.

Exhausted, he rolled to the floor beside me, reaching out to turn my face towards his own.

'Tell me you enjoyed that.” A smile played upon his full lips as his breathing slowed to a normal pace. I nodded, unable to speak.

After a few moments, we were able to make ourselves presentable. He held out his hand to help me up off the floor. Grateful, I accepted it. My head had taken the opportunity to start ringing again, and I winced.

“You cracked your head pretty badly, didn't you?” I nodded a little. “You might have a concussion...”

'I doubt that. Not after...” I gestured to the floor.

“Still, I don't think it's a good idea for you to be left alone right now. Tell you what... I'll go clock out, and you can follow me a few minutes later... meet me in the parking lot.” We headed up the stairs, and I allowed him his head start.

A few minutes later, I joined him in the parking lot of the store, where he was talking on his cell.

“...for one, that's right. Thanks. I'll be there shortly. Goodnight.” Turning to me, he hurriedly explained his plan. I was to meet him at one of the local hotels, one that was many miles away from the store and where we had little chance of being discovered. I nodded, and walked to my car. What was I doing? Was I really going through with this?

Yes, yes I was. I had let it start, and I needed to see it through to it's end, no matter how it ended...*

*I would like to take this opportunity to remind all my loyal readers that the work contained herein is fiction, created by a sex-crazed mind, and any resemblence to actual persona is completely incosequential and doesn't mean a damned thing. Thank you!!!!

Confusion Cleared Up.

So, many of the candidates that I mentioned are now clear and out of the running in the fierce combat for my heart.

Xavier shall be mentioned no more, for he decided that I wasn't worth his time or something like that. It's long and complicated, and I don't feel like getting into it.

Ace and the other friend from Newport can be written off on account of distance and the fact that they're taken. Ah well, c'est la vie.

The co-worker, I'm not even going to attempt to touch. Harmless flirting is fine, but I would never break up a marriage, no matter how unstable it is anyway.

Hot Boss is, and will remain tops on my "I want to fuck you!!!!!!" list, but as I've stated before, I'm not going to pursue that anywhere but in my fantasies and in my dreams.

So, that really leaves just Queen and King right now. At least for the tangible real world at least. I can always reach out and touch them, can't I?

Land of Confusion... or

Tempted by thr Fruit of Another.

Those two song titles seem to apply best to my brainwaves at the moment.

Here's the thing:

Divorce countdown is pulling into the last month- I'm soon to be a free woman again- as free as I ever am, anyway.

I've been in deep conversation and webcam sessions with my dear dear friend "Xavier" from Florida, but my mind's been wandering away for the last couple of days. I care deeply for him- I really do, but the fact of the matter is we've never met in person and my heart won't let me become as attached to a voice on a phone as I want it to be. Hopefully that'll all change after he comes for a visit (which always seems to be impending but never here).

Then there's a friend of mine from Newport that just recently broke up with his girl- whom I also care deeply for. Very deeply- he's the best girlfriend a girl could ask for (and now Queen knows who I'm talking about. I've not even let her in on half of this, so reading this will be a shock for her, I think). But I'm not in Newport now and I can't get him out of the fringes of my mind.

Then there's Ace, whom I also left behind in Newport, and who I could fall for instantly whenever he walks in a room I'm occupying. It happens every time, and I can't help it. Him I know I stand no chance with, and that hurts a lot.

There's also Hot Boss, the subject of much daydreams and many late night fantasy sessions- his is the sexual tension of being unattainable and still right there in my face at least once a month.

Now there's YET ANOTHER ELEMENT to what seems to be the revolving door of my libido. One of my techs at work has been heavily flirtacious with me lately- I've only made passing mention of him to Queen and Xavier, but it's been pretty obvious ever since Inventory Day that he's interested in me... sexually. Here's the rub: married, albeit somewhat unhappily, with FOUR little girls, the oldest being seven, the youngest being three months. That means she was born just before I moved here to great big old Greenville. Married to me means off limits, no questions asked. But still... a girl can fantasize, can't she?

Ah, thank the gods for the one fixed star in my whirling galaxy of relationships: My Queen. I don't think I could survive the days if it weren't for her and King.

Settled in... and hott.

So, we're settled in now, and I'm more or less used to things. King, Queen, and I have settled into routine, and the new ConglomoMart is seemingly devoid of anyone even remotely good looking (with the one exception of me! That's a joke.) A lot of this is gone be recap and repeat of some things that I've already said, so please bear with me.


Hot Boss ended up at my store. He's not there all the time, but he's there enough that I know it. As I've stated before, I go all weak kneed when I see him- mostly because I know that he's even more unattainable now that he was in the old store, being higher up on the Congolomo foodchain.

One day last week, he called me into the little office that the support manager uses for his paper work. I was immediately on guard- I know that he knows that I know how I feel, and a little part of me hopes that he reciprocates. Even though I know it's useless to hope for it, because of our positions in life.

Anyway-

Hot Boss called me into the office, setting my heart off into that pitapat motion that denotes a soon to follow tingle in my legs and other parts. I went in and he closed the door behind me...

Then he grabs me by my shoulders and roughly pushes me against the door. "This is what you want, isn't it, Krysta?" His hands move from my shoulders to cup my face and my breast. "You know, I've always thought you were quite desirable. I was hoping to be able to get away from you when I left Morehead, but you followed me, torturing me with you very presence and the knowledge of knowing I could never have you." his hands rustle the fabric of my shirt.. and my breathing starts coming in waves of heat and confusion. I want this, I do, but I also know that discovery in this position would cost us both of our jobs. Ours was a forbidden desire. But just the very forbiddingness of it makes me sweat and shiver. I want this, I truly do. Slowly, oh so slowly, he leans in towards me, pushing his body up next to mine and pinning me hopelessly against the dirty door. I feel him so very close to me, and I can feel his hardness stretching his work pants and straining to get to me, in me. He brings his face up close to my neck and I can feel the stubble from his shave brush my cheek. He runs his finger along the lines of my neck and face and leans down to touch his forehead to mine. "I'm going to have you. No use fighting it. Even if it costs us both our jobs, I'm going to finish this." He moves away from me and I shiver involuntarily. Was this encounter worth losing everything I had? "Yes...," I breathed. It was worth it. After months and months of innuendo and concealed glances, and a rather embarrassing incident where one of my favorite skirts got ripped, the mounting tensions would break and we'd give into the fleshly desires of man and woman. Did I love him? No. Did I want him? YES. He began taking off his shirt and I saw there the chest hair that I'd only glimpsed before in Morehead. The gold chain that I'd seen there before after he'd unloaded a tire truck lay nestled against his skin like I wanted to be. Placing it and his tie together on the sole chair, he began to clear off the desk for me to sit. I tried to fumble my way out of my shirt, but he lightly slapped my hands away. "That's for me. Sit." He indicated the clear spot that he'd made and I did as commanded, moving wordlessly. I had no more control over my body or my own desires. He locked the door, and came to stand in front of me. My pentacle necklace hung pendulous in the air, and my hair cascaded down my shoulders as he undid his belt and placed that on his pile of clothing. How lucky of me that I'd worn one of my shorter skirts to work today. Moving towards me, his hands found my legs and pushed them apart, so that he could settle himself there. My hands came alive, and in one deft motion, unzipped his fly... revealing what I'd always wanted to see and more than one time had glimpsed the outline of as we worked alongside each other in the old store. I wrapped my hand around it's soft yet unyielding bulk and he groaned slightly... a groan that only encouraged me. Deftly, his hands found their way under my shirt at long last and cupped my breast through the bra that I wore, fingers tracing light circles around my nipples as they contracted and hardened beneath his skilled touch. I threw my head back with the shock of it all, and he brought his lips to my exposed throat. All words of protest flew out of my mind as he worked to shape me to his carnal desires. My hand grew frenzied on his throbbing shaft. His hands like spiders all over me. I wasn't even trying to mask my moans any more. Discovery flew from my brain as my body responded to all the things he was doing to it. I was clay in the hands of a master potter, I couldn't help but grab at his back and leave a long series of scratches there. He laid me back on the desk and pulled my hand from him. My eyes closed, wanting yet not wanting to know what was going to happen next. I heard the small crackle of his knees bending and then I felt his hot breath on my clit, followed quickly by the feeling of his well-versed tongue working my most private area. My hand found the close-cropped hair on top of his head and pulled him in deeper. As he drove me so close to the edge of my orgasm, he stopped, and stood back up. I dared not open my eyes... Then I felt him enter me.. and I came hard and fast right then. He drove into me at a frantic pace, my orgasm drawing him in deeply and entirely. I could feel him stretching me to a proportion I'd never been before. There was no doubt in my mind that this was the one worth waiting for... the forbidden passion made me come again, and then I felt him shudder and fill me with the hot seed that was his and now mine. He collapsed shuddering on my exposed chest. His sweat felt cool against my hot skin. His breathing came fast and hard, then gradually slowed to a pace that seemed safe again. When he had the energy, he pushed himself up and off of me. Together, we put our clothing back on, and I tied his tie for him. He looked at me longingly... I looked at him with satisfied desire. Neither of us spoke. We knew that what we'd just done had endangered our jobs and our livelyhoods, but neither of us cared at that moment. All we knew was that passion and desire had been somewhat sated. Not fully sated... oh, no, that could never be done. But for now the tension was cut down to a minimum and we could look at each other without guilt and fear in our eyes....

"Krysta? Are you listening to me?" Hot Boss's eyes bore into mine, and he laid a hand on my shoulder. "I said I wanted to help you get a raise..."

And with those words I was jolted back into reality... Oh what a dream..