Sexless...

Time spent together with her... no loss of heat or desire, either in the lead-up to meeting up with her or during time spent with her.

Yet, we didnt make out... not even a single stitch of clothing removed besides our shoes. And we spent hours laying in bed, talking, joking. Now that I think of it, we shared a rather chaste kiss just before we parted. So why and how did I enjoy the interlude so much?...

I had her sweet, soft body cradled in my arms for long periods... and didnt do anything beyond stroking her skin n hair.. didnt even undo her bra or take off her pants. No desire to do so and yet I desire her so much!

We spoke about any and all things, enjoyed each other's company... had some drinks, and went home. Old age perhaps?

I hope she doesnt think/feel I'm losing interest/desire? That would be a disaster! Maybe I should have asked for 1 of her high quality blowjobs? hmmm....

Writer's block?

Opened my blog page... Can't bring myself to blog.

Got some stuff in my head but it's not organised... Have you seen some stuff on the internet lately? Saw a picture of a cow (yes, cow) taking a motorbike ride! And is was'nt a doctored image.

And so, I met her... after many months of wanting to meet her. Funny how we blended so well n quickly. Brilliant mind she has under her calculated, frosty exterior.

She tried so hard not to get my hopes up.... then, went ahead to give me a sexual experience worthy of a place of honour in my trophy cabinet! It's these kind of self effacing, understated women who are the real gems.

Living Dangerously... Secretaries and PAs

6:18am, besides the cleaners, none of the close to 600 staff who will fill these 9 floors in the next 3hrs have arrived. My phone rings, I pick up and hear a sweet voice 'morning, I have some documents to sign, can I bring them over?' 'Yes of course I reply' with my face lighting up.





I tend to get to work very early just to beat any kind of traffic, which I cant bear. I have learnt to benefit from the early rising days of field work, get to work fresh and have almost 2hrs to plan my day, take coffee in solitude and focus my mind. It also affords me privacy to be naughty, very naughty.





I had a boss I didnt like much, but his secretary was a different matter entirely! She of the soft spoken, specs wearing visage. Always friendly with everyone in the office, with a traffic stopping body under her very sensible office wear. Little or no make-up, much overlooked by most of the office. But I always saw the sway of her hips walking by, the inner pressure of firm flesh against her skirts and blouses. I always passed compliments and enjoyed her blushes.





I made my move slowly, gentlemanly, and extremely discrete... My surprise was the ease with which she flowed with me, revealing a quite naughty and razor sharp intelligence behind the demure office mien. We stole kisses and fumbled a few gropes here and there till I mentioned how empty the office was at those early hours... So we ended up 'signing documents' which was our code for our trysts in the office. If you took an accidental look at her phone and saw an sms from me to her, it was always work related but with hidden double meaning


I would 'sign' the wonderfully delicious twin documents she possessed on her chest, 36D no less, and of the 'up rangers' version. Luckily, the desks in my closed, private office were of the sturdy type and held up to quite a bit of hanky panky without collapsing. I always enjoyed the scent of her natural musk and other sex related body fluids on my hands or lingering for a while before the AC system vented it.


I recall having to teach her to handle my member with care and ease, she used to stroke it with a vigour that was alarming! Really firm handling if you ask me.. lol! But she was so sweet, loyal, discrete, and always available to give me some wet, warm, attention.


I didnt think it was possible to drive from VI to Slere with my cock in someone's mouth, but she proved me wrong one eventful night. That's the night I learnt how to drive properly... There was also a night at a waterfront bar on the island, where, sitting opposite me in a semi dark corner table, she casually leaned forward, bent over and took me deep into her mouth. I was savouring that thrill untill a waitress came over to ask if we wanted anything else and almost fainted


Did I also say she was quite energetic, adventurous and willing to try new stuff? Add this to posessing a grade A body and a 'restricted witdh' traffic tunnel and you'll know why it was worth the dangerous living.

My transfer to an office in another part of town slowed us down and eventually faded away with mutual respect and freindship intact. Yet I wonder what would have happened if the boss had discovered the heat going on under his nose?..

Dem for sack me o!

Living Dangerously..

Been on the road for a while now.. past 6 months have been turpsy turvy. So, met up with all sorts of folks in all sorts of places.

Had many discussions, read many blogs... some live dangerously by their actions, some by their thoughts.. A school of thought defined it as unprotected sex, some as who you have it with and/or where/when/how you have the sex.

Got me thinking, so many crazy things we did over the years.. in school, after school... sex in a moving car, sex in the boss's office, sex in public places, during offices hours, with d gang-leader's sister or girlfriend... and realised I had indeed lived on the edge for a long while. My life today is sedate compared to what was normal 10yrs ago, is that old age?

The issue being that I dont think any different (I think), I just have less time and compulsion to be stupid (that's what having fun is called now?)

So, I will share some episodes I can recall with some detail in this 'living dangerous' posts over the next few days... stay tuned.


Merry Christmas in advance to Y'all...


Stay Safe...


PS. And so, I met her... finally! Sassy, sexy, intelligent... in a small but complete package ;-)