Working Girl

Iron Man was back in New York, The Firefighter was emailing me out of the blue and The Director was sending scandalous texts. All the while I fantasized about my next meeting with The Business Man. What next, The Editor was going to crawl out of rehab? Ahh-hem, I mean, the woodwork?

My phone was blowing up, handsome, sexy, stylish men all eager to please. Even with all my options, The Business Man was the only one I cared to hear from. It’s rare to find a man that ‘gets’ you and still fully wants you; I had found one and now he was all I could think about.

My fantasies were running wild and my real life was eager to catch up. I’d imagine us lying in bed facing each other, our bodies pressed together. He would have his hands on my hips, moving them over my ass, pulling me closer so I could feel how excited he was. Our lips would touch and we’d kiss slowly savoring every second until we couldn’t take it another minute.

The Business Man would push me onto my back and force my legs apart, pushing himself inside me. Moaning uncontrollably, I would dig my nails into his shoulders, begging him to take me harder. We’d tease each other until we both let go and devoured one another. Breathless and exhausted we’d lay in bed until we couldn’t stand the thought of not fucking again.

The vibration from my Blackberry snapped me back to reality. In bed alone, I read his message which put a smile on my lips; The Business Man was not only scoring points as my leading fantasy man but his messages made me want him even more.

Putting my phone down I let out a sigh, exhausted from allowing my mind to run wild.With just a second before my morning conference call I had just enough time to catch my breath and dial in. The dial tone clicked in and it was hard not to laugh to myself; if only the people on the other line knew what I had been up to in preparation for the call.

Not exactly the due diligence they probably had in mind.

Camera Ready

There is something very attractive in the unknown. Those moments before you meet someone for the first time are the ultimate. The picture perfect images in your mind are still real; the opportunities of where it could lead are endless.

When I walked across the small wine bar in the West Village towards his table, all of my fantasies were intact. We had met through a mutual friend on Facebook; I told him I wanted to meet to discuss work, but work was the last thing I intended to do with him.

I sat across the small wooden table sipping wine and staring into his perfect green eyes. He was gorgeous, a model turned actor, turned director. All I could think about was ripping his clothes off. Let’s call him The Director.

After far too many minutes of polite chatting I decided to make my move. It was obvious that he wanted me, the way he stared at my mouth with each word that passed through my lips. I could feel him undressing me with his eyes. I rested my elbow on the table and my chin against my hand; on cue The Director leaned in and pushed the strands of hair off my cheek. He lifted my chin and kissed my lips. It was a small restaurant and I could feel everyone’s eyes on us. How could I blame them, we were the most attractive couple there.

His kiss was soft and my lips begged for more. I reached under the table and squeezed his thigh. The Director kissed me even more deeply. Our waitress passed by the table and he signaled for the check, I hoped that was an invitation to go back to his place.

Standing on the sidewalk while he hailed a cab, I couldn’t help but notice his incredible body. His ass was perfection and his APC jeans showed it off in fine form. I could not stop thinking how good he was going to look naked.

The second we were in the cab he grabbed me close and kissed me ever deeper than before. His hands were moving across my breasts, squeezing my nipples and down my back. The Director had strong hands and I couldn’t wait to see what he could do with them.

We barely noticed when the cab pulled up in front of his building. If the car ride home was any indication, this was going to be a long night.