What a great Saturday! My house is being torn apart by 2 hillbillies (one is named Peanut...for real...Peanut!) who are putting in ceramic tile floors in our bathrooms & kitchen. The dishwasher is on the deck, the stove is in the dining room, all that good stuff.
Why can't we have a sexy young contractor like they would get on Desperate Housewives or something. (I guess they cost more
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But now I'm have dirty little thoughts, like what if the tile man was a young hottie...lean muscled body, tan, longish blond hair, a frat boy gone bad. And he would get so very hot working in this 80-degree weather all by himself, so of course he would have to take his shirt off.
And I would be wearing a sexy outfit, maybe a miniskirt with a studded belt and a tight red t-shirt. Of course my husband is at work, so a little flirting wouldn't be too harmful. Maybe the young hottie would ask to take a shower cause he was just so sweaty & dirty... And maybe I would peek while he was taking a shower, and see through the steamed-up glass door that he was pleasuring himself with my body wash...and I would act like I was all pissed off and ask what the hell he was doing...and he would stop and come out of the shower, kinda mad & kinda embarrassed & kinda turned on. And then I would make him finish while I watched...then I would gently towel him off and make him get on the bed, where I would take my belt off & use it to bind his wrists above his head, and whisper in his ear, "We have an hour before my husband gets back...you won't believe what I can do to you in an hour..."
OMG! I better stop. This is not constructive at all. On the other hand, maybe I could turn it into a story, a great little story perfect for rejection by (I mean publication in) a small-circulation erotica zine.
Why can't we have a sexy young contractor like they would get on Desperate Housewives or something. (I guess they cost more
)
But now I'm have dirty little thoughts, like what if the tile man was a young hottie...lean muscled body, tan, longish blond hair, a frat boy gone bad. And he would get so very hot working in this 80-degree weather all by himself, so of course he would have to take his shirt off.
And I would be wearing a sexy outfit, maybe a miniskirt with a studded belt and a tight red t-shirt. Of course my husband is at work, so a little flirting wouldn't be too harmful. Maybe the young hottie would ask to take a shower cause he was just so sweaty & dirty... And maybe I would peek while he was taking a shower, and see through the steamed-up glass door that he was pleasuring himself with my body wash...and I would act like I was all pissed off and ask what the hell he was doing...and he would stop and come out of the shower, kinda mad & kinda embarrassed & kinda turned on. And then I would make him finish while I watched...then I would gently towel him off and make him get on the bed, where I would take my belt off & use it to bind his wrists above his head, and whisper in his ear, "We have an hour before my husband gets back...you won't believe what I can do to you in an hour..."
OMG! I better stop. This is not constructive at all. On the other hand, maybe I could turn it into a story, a great little story perfect for rejection by (I mean publication in) a small-circulation erotica zine.
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valeyard:
That's one wild fantasy! Oh and don't worry if you knew me better you'd know I'm a pretty mild guy (just with dark roots). Personally destructive is not my style -- just a bit of safe fun 
Fantasies however are fun to go all out on!!! Hoot! Let the party begin
Fantasies however are fun to go all out on!!! Hoot! Let the party begin
valeyard:
Ohh yeah! I love the Prophesy Films! Fantastic and definitely a popular take on Lucifer with me I own the last two, which isn't Viggo if I remember right, but I've seen the first one, Prophecy. I'll have to get all of them soon-ish!
I own the last two, which isn't Viggo if I remember right, but I've seen the first one, Prophecy. I'll have to get all of them soon-ish!