Well, it would seem that my dark moods are good for something after all. Okay picture this... There is nobody left working in my dept except me and two of the girls, and they're at lunch. So I'm sitting in the dept during a 45min lunch, music blasting, redrawing a planned tat for the 50th time. (real count ) In walks this amazing redhead wearing a visitors badge. uhh....'kay. Night visitors aren't that rare, but they are usually escorted. She wanders over and starts cooing and gushing about my drawing. 
I know I'm not that fucking good. We talk for, I dunno maybe 5 minutes, and she starts asking me whats wrong, why do I look so upset, is she bothering me, ect. I, being unusually talkative, start bitching about them making me work a split morning/evening shift around me tat apt. She is strangely sympathetic. I mutter something about the boss being a complete dick. She laughs and says aren't they all? We move to the 'do you have a girlfriend' part. Insert discomfort on my part, I say no. She stares at me for a minute, then, in a classic example of bad (or maybe good??) timing, Closer starts playing. I'm sitting in an empty room wearing pajamas (yes I get to wear them to work 
why not? Its not like I wear them in bed.) and a Smoking hot woman in front of me who seems to find me fascinating, and CLOSER starts playing.... 
My first thought is "This is perfect, therefore I'm about to wake up." The second thought was "Well she's gonna leave now." Instead, after a very pregnant pause, She starts giggling, I bust out laughing. Then the cheesy B movie electric eye contact happens. She leans in, and we have a very, very hot kiss, then a pause to pant, and an ever better kiss with mutual groping. After a very short bit of this I am... we'll just say I was straining the structural integrity of the single button on the fly of the pants. She proceeds to stand up, and lead me by that newfound handle to the painting dept. At this point, I do wonder how she knows her around so well, but Im not really caring though. Painting is closed at night, so we were alone, naked, and quickly catching a buzz from the lacquer thinner. For the sake of sparing the messy details, insert a VERY satisfying 30 minute fuck, complete with no less than 10 orgasms on her part. Hmmm, can we say huge ego boost?. I won't embarrass myself and say how long it had been since I got laid but...aw fuck it, I will admit it, it was over a year.
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I have sneaking suspicion that one of the girls saw us. She wasn't exactly quiet, and I wasn't exactly able to go take a shower and rinse off the smell, but they were whispering when I got back, and one just stared at me, and the other kept giving me dirty looks and making exaggerated sniffing noises when she walked by for the rest of the night.
I later found out that my little flaming vixen... was the bosses wife. The very boss I was bitching about. Not my shift lead, not my department supervisor, not the shift supervisor, THE PLANT MANAGER. I wouldn't really worry much, except the one being a little cunt is the one who is mad that I get make more money than her. You know, the one that kept "accidentally' bumping me in the chest with guitars while my ribs were fucked up.
I swear, if I get fired Monday, and I find out she snitched, I WILL choke-a-bitch.
I'm not really worried though, I mean there is a serious lack of evidence unless the woman (no I never learned her name) decides to confess.
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It's about fucking time something nice happened for me damn it. I tell ya I've shed stress and tension I forgot I even had. Nothing clears the mind and eases the body like raunchy, dirty, rough, anonymous sex. Especially after such a long dry spell.
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My only regret is that we only had 30 minutes. I know she enjoyed it and all, but still, I could have went for a good while longer. (I have a real weak spot for women who are gushers., they make for messy beds, but....
an are oh so fun to 
.
I might actually be able to sleep tonight.
I am actually smiling and in a very good mood. Can't imagine why though...
I love you all now.
Acid 
I know I'm not that fucking good. We talk for, I dunno maybe 5 minutes, and she starts asking me whats wrong, why do I look so upset, is she bothering me, ect. I, being unusually talkative, start bitching about them making me work a split morning/evening shift around me tat apt. She is strangely sympathetic. I mutter something about the boss being a complete dick. She laughs and says aren't they all? We move to the 'do you have a girlfriend' part. Insert discomfort on my part, I say no. She stares at me for a minute, then, in a classic example of bad (or maybe good??) timing, Closer starts playing. I'm sitting in an empty room wearing pajamas (yes I get to wear them to work why not? Its not like I wear them in bed.) and a Smoking hot woman in front of me who seems to find me fascinating, and CLOSER starts playing....
My first thought is "This is perfect, therefore I'm about to wake up." The second thought was "Well she's gonna leave now." Instead, after a very pregnant pause, She starts giggling, I bust out laughing. Then the cheesy B movie electric eye contact happens. She leans in, and we have a very, very hot kiss, then a pause to pant, and an ever better kiss with mutual groping. After a very short bit of this I am... we'll just say I was straining the structural integrity of the single button on the fly of the pants. She proceeds to stand up, and lead me by that newfound handle to the painting dept. At this point, I do wonder how she knows her around so well, but Im not really caring though. Painting is closed at night, so we were alone, naked, and quickly catching a buzz from the lacquer thinner. For the sake of sparing the messy details, insert a VERY satisfying 30 minute fuck, complete with no less than 10 orgasms on her part. Hmmm, can we say huge ego boost?. I won't embarrass myself and say how long it had been since I got laid but...aw fuck it, I will admit it, it was over a year.
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I have sneaking suspicion that one of the girls saw us. She wasn't exactly quiet, and I wasn't exactly able to go take a shower and rinse off the smell, but they were whispering when I got back, and one just stared at me, and the other kept giving me dirty looks and making exaggerated sniffing noises when she walked by for the rest of the night.
I later found out that my little flaming vixen... was the bosses wife. The very boss I was bitching about. Not my shift lead, not my department supervisor, not the shift supervisor, THE PLANT MANAGER. I wouldn't really worry much, except the one being a little cunt is the one who is mad that I get make more money than her. You know, the one that kept "accidentally' bumping me in the chest with guitars while my ribs were fucked up.
I swear, if I get fired Monday, and I find out she snitched, I WILL choke-a-bitch.
I'm not really worried though, I mean there is a serious lack of evidence unless the woman (no I never learned her name) decides to confess.
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It's about fucking time something nice happened for me damn it. I tell ya I've shed stress and tension I forgot I even had. Nothing clears the mind and eases the body like raunchy, dirty, rough, anonymous sex. Especially after such a long dry spell.
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My only regret is that we only had 30 minutes. I know she enjoyed it and all, but still, I could have went for a good while longer. (I have a real weak spot for women who are gushers., they make for messy beds, but....
an are oh so fun to .
I might actually be able to sleep tonight.
I am actually smiling and in a very good mood. Can't imagine why though...
I love you all now.
Acid VIEW 3 of 3 COMMENTS
and, yea, I'm not so much a phobe, just that I despise it as well.. hehe, like you said, must be the indian thing (I'm part cherokee)