Requiem for a queer

Wednesday, June 13, 2007

Jeans

So, here I am again to tell about my obsession.
Today, for the first time, I've seen Him wearing jeans.
Do I need spend more words about it? Yes, I do.
Just before he got to his office door one of the secretary approached him teetering on the high heels, eyelashes afluttering.
You know, his suits always fit his toned body, his muscular thighs so perfectly that I should not have been so surprised of what my eyes were staring at. While he was there standing near the girl I've eyed his sculpted, heart-shaped ass, and I've moved slowly down his legs, careful not to miss an inch.It was like seeing him for the very first time and I've followed his stride longingly as he walked past my place.
I was amazed.
So what else can I do but hover in the doorway, waiting for him calling me for the daily duties?
-Please sit down. Please don't ask me to come in if you're still standing showing the world how sexy can be a man wearing faded jeans-. It was my personal pray to God.
"Hallo?". His voice broke my daydreams and I blushed as I meet his annoyed glance. "Are you still in Dreamland?" he asked.
"Er, kind of" I mourned trying to ignore that the daylight, filtering through the french window, was blocking out his bust wrapped in his thin white shirt.
"Well wake up. We have a lot of work to do here" he told making room on his desk.
-Okay, who's first? Me the one on the desk while you drive deep in me?-
"Do you need a coffe?" he asked.
- No. All I need is you.-
"Erm.. no, thanks. It's ok" I lie while I sit on the chair and I switch on my laptop. "I'm ready".
It's true, I cannot be his lover but I can be his perfect assistant.