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Busy, but making progress

Work is really starting to get moving now. I’ve only been there a short time, but is already feel like I’m doing some really good work, even though sometimes I feel like I’m drowning and putting in long hours just to keep up. I’m sure that after I get settled in and really get into a groove, I will be able to manage without having to work 10 hour days. But… I’m not complaining. It’s busy, but good busy.

As far as other things go…

So, in addition to being pretty busy, I am meeting a lot of new people. One of which is a guy that is crazy hot. Like, seriously shouldn’t even be legal hot. He is older than me, and on one of the other teams of people on the same project as I am. His name is Dan, and he is super smart and I get to work with him a lot, and I would be totally, 100% ok with getting him into bed. Only one small catch… He is married and has a kid. Damn! I don’t think I want to try to get involved there yet. Which is unfortunate… Mostly just for me. I told my bf about him too, and he was all for it, but I don’t really want to risk being a homewrecker, so I think that he might just be eye candy for me for the foreseeable future. Sigh.

Anywho… My bf was hinting ever since the last time that Brandon and I hooked up that he wanted me to do it again, but I hadn’t really been able to do anything for a while. Mostly because I wasn’t sure I liked the way I felt about myself after the last meeting, but also because after working 50+ hours a week I was just too burnt out to try to arrange anything. But his constant hints for a week or so gave me enough time to come to terms with those feelings, and last Wednesday evening, he actually convinced me to text Brandon again.

So, the plan was for me to text Brandon and invite him over again on Thursday night, just like last time, but as it turns out, I never got the opportunity to do that. While I was working that day, I actually looked at my phone over lunch, and Brandon had texted me… Fortuitous, huh? He just said “hey, you should come over tonight”. I called my bf right away to tell him that Brandon had actually invited me over, and he was ok with me going, so long as I came back to his place when I was done.

So, I texted Brandon back and lied. I told him that I couldn’t, because I was working, and then going to my bf’s house when I got off for dinner. Well, for whatever reason, that made him try even harder. It was perfect. Boys are so easy to manipulate sometimes… He answered back and told me I should make up an excuse and come by his house before I went to my boyfriend’s place when I got off.

Wait, he gets to think he’s making me stray again, my bf knows and is cool with it, and I get two boys in one night? Well gosh, what a terrible deal.

So, I called my bf and told him that I was headed to Brandon’s place when I got off, and I promised to come over to his place when I was done. He was totally excited I was willing to do this again after the first time. As soon as I got off the phone with him, I called Brandon, and told him I would stop by, but that I had to hurry, because I had told my bf that I had to work late again and that we would have to push dinner back a little. That was all a total lie, of course, because we actually hadn’t made any plans at all, and my bf knew everything that was happening.

When I got to Brandon’s house there was nobody else there. No roommates, just me and him. I felt hot. I really did. It was different than the first time I “cheated” because this time I felt like I was more in control. That is weird to say, but that was how I felt. He let me in, and almost immediately started his machismo thing again. He said “I knew you would come over again” and I answered back “you texted me first, remember?” It was playful flirting… And then he tried the same trick as he did the first time, and said “so, you want to give me head at the kitchen table this time?” And I got this crazy power rush, and something came over me, and I completely threw the whole misogynist thing right back in his face and said “oh no, you texted me first this time. That means you start. Here. And hurry up because I don’t have much time”, and I just sat down, right there on his living room couch and just stared at him.

I have never felt the way I did that night, at that exact moment. It was amazing, I felt both this huge sexy - almost dirty - feeling, and at the same time this immense power thrill. I don’t know what gave me to confidence to snap back at him like that, but I absolutely loved it!

He didn’t need to be told twice. He had my business skirt hiked up around my hips about 30 seconds later, and I had Brandon on his knees, with HIS head between MY legs to start this whole encounter this time.

I’ve never had public sex before. I never thought it was a smart idea. But that evening, Brandon and I had sex right there on his living room couch. I had no idea where his roommates were. They might have been across the country, they could have walked right in the front door and seen us. Believe me, the thought crossed my mind more than a few times. I didn’t even try to stop it, or suggest that we move to his bedroom. The unknown - the risk - made it hotter for me. I actually wondered what one of his roommates might think if they had walked in on us. Maybe I was “Brandon’s new girlfriend”. Maybe I was “some cheap slut Brandon brought home”. I didn’t really care. Whatever anybody wanted to think of me was fine with me. It was liberating. Now, nobody ever did walk in, but by the time our hurried, quick and dirty hooking up was done 30 min or so later, I found out that something I never really considered before could be a turn on for me.

My hair was a mess, and Brandon was all smiles, and I quickly got dressed again and told him that my bf was probably waiting on me for dinner, and I had to go. What a bad girlfriend I was… I left his house, and drove straight to my bf’s house, and as soon as I got inside, my bf was all over me. He damn near attacked me. He didn’t have dinner waiting or anything, just let me in, and took me right to his room, and we went at it again. Sex, twice, with two different guys in less than an hour apart. He was so hungry. The first time I “cheated” he gave me food and flowers. Not this time. He said he felt like he was reclaiming me. He wanted me to tell him every little detail about what happened, so I did.

I told him that while we were fucking on the couch I had wondered about his roommates walking in on us. I told him I thought that idea was hot. I told him I didn’t care what they would have thought about me… the cheap little whore that Brandon brought home. That drove him crazy. He loved that. His little high school sweetheart being so dirty. I pushed him further. I told him that I wanted to sleep around on him more, with lots of different guys. That finished him off. I was so sore by the end of the night, but it was so worth it.

When we finished, I just laid there with him. Pillow talk. I asked him if he liked what I did, and he said that he did, very much. I decided that I would play another card that I had been thinking of while he was laying there with his arms around me. The idea for this actually came from an interaction a few weeks ago with one of my followers, and I thought that was as good a time as any to bring it up…

I asked him if he had bought me a birthday present yet. (My birthday is August 18th by the way- I’ll be 23, just in case you guys care.) He said no, that he hadn’t yet, and asked me what I wanted. I told him that I wanted him to buy me three things: first, a new book that I’ve been wanting to read, second, a nice birthday dinner out with him, and lastly, I wanted him to buy me the sexiest lingerie he could possibly think of… So I could model it… for Brandon only.

Needless to say, I was a little late to work the next morning.

Fantasy Week

Last week, I got a great idea from a follower. They basically said that while it may be difficult for my boyfriend to confide all his thoughts and fantasies about sharing me when we talk face to face, he might be more willing to divulge that information if I talked with / flirted about it with him over text. He idea is twofold, first that it is “safer” for him in that he doesn’t have to see me face to face in case one of his fantasies might be “weird” and he could always say later that it was just in the heat of the moment or something. Secondly- once I learn of his fantasies, I will better understand how he wants to share me, and where his boundaries are. Once I know that, I can use that information to my advantage. Either by teasing him using those fantasies, exploring them with him, or perhaps introducing crazier stuff, just to see his reaction.

So, I told my boyfriend that this week, while I was at work, I wanted him to text me one fantasy per day, and that we would talk about it each night when I got home. He was nervous at first. He wasn’t sure that he wanted to do that, but a little bit of sitting on his lap and some soft petting seemed to do the trick to convince him that it would all be in good fun.

I was anxious to see what he said. All morning on Monday I kept looking at my phone for his texts. I didn’t tell him a timeframe, although I probably should have, so I had no idea when he would write me. I didn’t have any message until about two in the afternoon. When I finally got it, I was really eager to see what he had come up with.

In the interest of time, I will just list his fantasies by day, and then talk about each.

Monday: “I want to see you dress up really sexy and flirtatious when we go out with friends” I asked him more about this when I got off of work that evening. From his text, I couldn’t tell if he meant that he wanted me to do this once, or all the time. He said that the more I do it the better. I asked what he had in mind - I told him that if I wore a halter top and fuck me heels out to dinner with friends, that would not only be inappropriate for the occasion, but would probably lead to both of us getting some pretty strange looks. I told him that I was totally willing to look “hot” though, but I told him it would be at my discretion as to what degree. Maybe this means tighter dresses, shorter skirts and heels on occasion. If it means a bigger wardrobe for me, and it is a fantasy of his to see me look hotter and more available, I’m all for it. Easy one.

Tuesday: “I want to hear you having sex with someone else” This one sort of surprised me a little. I would have thought he would have said that he wanted to see me first, but he said hear. What does that mean? It took me a while to figure out how I wanted to approach that one. A while ago, one of my followers had actually suggested that I use a phone to call him while I was with Brandon. That would accomplish the “hearing me” fantasy for him, but it could be a little awkward to try to subtly call my bf without Brandon knowing what I was doing. I’m still thinking about how I can help him get this fantasy played out. Feel free to help with ideas guys… How can I let my bf hear me without it being awkward for the guy I’m with?

Wednesday: “I want you to sleep with somebody that is married” I’m pretty sure this stems from a conversation that he and I had a while back about this one guy I work with. He is gorgeous, and I would totally love to get him in bed, but, as I mentioned before, he is married and has a kid. I’m not sure I want to risk both the work situation and the homewrecker potential for this. So, will this fantasy happen… Maybe, I don’t know. But probably not with the guy that originally inspired it. If I happened to find myself in a situation that allowed for this in the future, then at least I know that my boyfriend is open to the idea. However, what I thought about this fantasy of his was that it was more revealing of what he is willing to let me to do and become. He loves the idea that his sweet little innocent girlfriend could be “the other woman” that tempted a married guy to stray. That is pretty devilish of him.

Thursday: “I’d love it if you would have a one night stand” We have sort of had this conversation before. Basically, when I asked him about this, he told me he wanted me to have a one night stand with somebody I had absolutely no interest in outside of that one night. He said that he wanted me to hook up with somebody that was completely not my type at all… A slacker stoner guy, some athletic hardbody with no real smarts at all; he even mentioned that he thought it would be very hot if I hooked up with a thug, tattooed, prison-like guy for one night. That one actually kind of shocked me. Usually, he is pretty reserved in his preferences for guys he is willing to share me with. That idea is not reserved or cautious at all. It’s scary, and dangerous, and uncontrollable. And those are all my thoughts, not his. I’m not sure how I feel about the criminal idea, but the thought of a one night stand might be worth exploring further, even if it is just used to tease out more fantasies of guys he wants me to try out.

Friday: “It would be hot if you spent all day on your birthday with Brandon” Boom. There it is. I knew there was something he was saving for Friday. I was actually pretty pleased with this little fantasy of his. It played right into the little suggestion I made for my birthday present earlier, so I knew that he had been thinking about what I had said. I took the whole day off for my birthday next week in advance, and I was planning on spending it with my bf, but he totally changed those plans with that text Friday afternoon. I couldn’t wait until I got off work to text him back after he sent me that, so I answered right away. “Does that mean you got me the present I asked for?” He didn’t answer, but when I got home, he gave it to me.

So cute. I thought it was perfect. He said he thought it was the hottest thing he could imagine me wearing. He got me a black lace cami with purple accent bows and drawstring in the back, black stockings and a matching black and purple thong. It’s actually very sexy. He probably spent close to $100 on me. He said that he bought it online, so he wasn’t sure if it would fit right or not, so I told him I would find out. I took the bag into the bedroom, stripped down, and put everything on. He did pretty well. It didn’t fit perfect, it was actually slightly too small, but I’m ok with him thinking I’m a little bit smaller size than I am. It wasn’t too small that I couldn’t get into it. Once I did, I couldn’t resist taking a picture of myself. I’m not sure why I did. Maybe to remind myself of my own situation, maybe to show my bf in the future… I’m not sure. I just felt sexy as hell, and I felt like it, so I did it. I took off the lingerie, and got dressed again before leaving the bedroom, and my boyfriend was pacing around the living room waiting for me to come out. He asked how it fit, and I just answered “wouldn’t you like to know”. Hot.

I told him to sit down while I texted Brandon, because I was about to make that fantasy of his come true. he did, and asked me what I was writing, so I told him the whole conversation as we texted back and forth.

Me: “hey, just wondering, what are you doing Monday?”

Brandon: “why, you want to come over after work again?”

Me: “I was thinking something different this time”

Brandon: “like what?”

Me: “it’s my birthday”

Brandon: “and you aren’t going out with [bf]?”

Me: “maybe later in the evening, but he’s working during he day, and I have the whole day off. Can you come over early?”

Brandon: “I’m supposed to work too”

Me: “is that a no then?”

Brandon: “is that what you want for your birthday?”

Me: “yes”

Brandon: “say it”

Me: “I want you to come over and fuck me all day long for my birthday, B”. (That was hot, I didn’t know why I called him B… I never have before, but I liked it)

Brandon: “I’ll get off”

And that’s that. I have a birthday date. A full day, doing whatever I want. Not only with my boyfriends approval, but fulfilling a fantasy of his at the same time.

Yeah, I could get used to this.

…entropy…{blushing}…<3 emmie @ le cocu quotidien.

…she means it…not that i would know…{blushing}…<3 emmie @ le cocu quotidien.

…without even knowing his name…{blushing}…<3 emmie @ le cocu quotidien.