Tuesday Tales It's Hard, Rough, and Dirty....what a sandwich
|Wine Grapes from Napa...random, but, I like this shot|
"It was Bea.
Andrew reconnected with the uncomfortable chair and read the message several times. Was it possible? Thoughts ran first through his heated groin before finally reaching his brain. He recalled the feel of her smooth skin against the pads of his fingers. Even her elbow for fuck’s sake, it wasn’t calloused or rough, even her damn elbow was smooth. He could take her wenis in his mouth and suck on it- maybe teasing her funny bone would make her nipples hard. The woman made him crazy and brought on bizarre thoughts, leaning closely into fetish territory. It made him semi-hard at the prospect of his mouth on any part of Bea.
She wasn’t the tough bitch she so desperately tried to be. On the island, it was simple because she had a flight to catch and logic took the place of emotion. Now, they were in the same town and she couldn’t run so effortlessly. Andrew recalled her parting words from the morning, “a relationship between men and women did not always involve sex.” Really? From his position in life, he did not have a single platonic lady friend- unless he counted the female secretaries, administrative aides, and other workers on his payroll. He never crossed that line. The last thing he wanted was a sexual harassment suit. Besides, it was worse than bad taste, it was vastly unprofessional to put an employee in that position. If his asshole father taught him anything, it was to remain professionally civilized at all times.
In the workplace.
Outside of that, Andrew learned the mannerisms of a chivalrous, yet wildly dirty playboy, male dominated way of existence. His father played the role well. Who knows how many other children he conceived in the world? Andrew suspected a knock someday on his door announcing some long lost sibling. Dear old dad remained faithful only to himself and his selfish desires. Instant gratification like he was some starving child from a third world country, at the cost of his vows to Andrew’s mom.
Nothing was sacred. But, Andrew was determined to follow a different path, if only he had a woman inspiring enough to bring forth his hidden loyalty. Possibly Bea. Sweet Bea."