She was just sat there.. deep in thought.
Is there ever such a thing as a real connection? is the mind blowing sex heard about even a thing? do I have to sacrifice my happiness for the sake of a meaningful relationship?
Well, that’s an oxymoron if I bloody say so myself!
So pissed off, Danica nearly choked holding back a snort/chuckle laughing at her thoughts.
Today, she had on a pastel pink suit with her only ‘white’ white blouse, buttons done up on her
jacket to hide the stain from a rushed chicken Mayo wrap she had devoured during her very
short lunch break earlier.
Petite with a cute, layered blonde bob. Unaware of how naturally attractive she is (she even looks great in joggers, jeans or fluffy dressing gown) oblivious to how many people often check her out as she walks by..
she definitely does not feel sexy this afternoon.
Dani had been at her desk in the office since 7.30 this morning, after another boring
weekend alone (again) she started to daydream.. perfect relationships? Or more specifically,
perfect sex.
She meets up with girlfriends every Wednesday evening for Prosecco and a gossip.. generally
consisting of everyone (not her) discussing their amazing sexual exploits from last Saturday
night!
Dani, at 27, had been single almost a year and totally relied on her bedside drawer with a
selection of toys for any type of happy ending these days.
To be honest to herself, she had experienced her fair share of making love, hook-ups and shags. But now she dreams of the earth shattering, sweat inducing, juice dripping sex that others had discovered and she hasn’t.. (yet)
At that exact moment Caleb bustled byAh, Caleb.
A local journalist, tall (probably 6” 5 or 6” 6) slim build and the coolest hair of any visitor to the office.. Long black locks tumbling down to his shoulders, hiding all but his finely crafted beard.
Always dressed in smart casual with a battered old school satchel flung over his shoulders.
Always in a hurry. Always says ‘nice to see you, Danica’ as he scurries to wherever his destination may be.. The barbers? NO! More realistically, off for another meeting with the office boss-Mr Tenyson.
She had totally lost her train of thought and decided to focus on her workload of emails
and spreadsheets until the clock hit 6pm... then home.
Finally, Dani pops on her cute little pumps (she always sits at her desk barefoot.. way more
comfortable) she says her goodbyes and skips downstairs to the front door, almost happy a
busy day was finally over.
‘Fuck.’ She stated with annoyance (but quiet enough for her colleagues not to hear)
The sky was full of dark clouds, almost claustrophobically so! The downpour she hadn’t noticed until now had flooded the streets.
With as much haste as she could muster, she crossed the road and headed for the bus stop.
Pumps squelching, hair drenched and little daggers of rain beating on her face and neck. Just then, a bright orange VW Beetle pulls up - to add to insult, it splashes dirty street water all over her.
Literally from head to toe. (Argh)
She was sooo ready to shout her best expletives. The car window opened and a voice she recognised asked if she wanted a lift! Danica, now red faced and more than a little pissed off, relaxed a bit when she saw Caleb beaming a cheeky smile with twinkling eyes.
Now, £6 for a bus full of commuters who are tired and wet (and probably smelling awful this time of day) wasn’t appealing. So, she muttered under her breath something along the lines of ‘fuck it’ and stumbled, smiling half-heartedly into the car, dripping the seats and dashboard with gross rain and puddle juice. Doing so with little, if any, aplomb, considering the circumstances.
Caleb smiled silently to himself, he asks where to drop her off. She replied almost scowling,
but relieved she didn’t have a cramped bus ride home.
‘Oh crap. I hope that’s not indigestion’ she thinks as her stomach does a short sharp flip. Taking a few deep breaths she sat quietly, starting to relax a little, with some jazz quietly playing on the car stereo.
Danica peered through her fringe at the face she’d never seen in all the time Caleb had passed her when visiting the office.
His eyes were a deep golden brown, soulful and maybe a little sexy, a strong (if a little on the
large size nose) and well proportioned lips (the word "kissable" ran through her head.)
She then noticed a slight discomfort on her own lower lip. Whilst checking out Caleb’s slim, but well muscled legs and forearms, she had been biting down on her lip!
Her mind races.
‘He has sex appeal and lots of it. He smells musky and masculine.. I wonder how well his trousers fit his bum? and how well endowed he is..’ - "WTF!" she thought, as the car slowly pulled up to her destination.
Flustered, she smiled, thanked him and ran indoors. Not daring to glance back just in case he
could read minds!
"What’s wrong with me? It must be all these thoughts of explosive orgasms.. Now I'm horny
about someone I’ve hardly said more than a few words to!"
She threw her bag down and kicked her pumps annoyingly down the hallway, also trying not to break her neck whilst fighting to get her wet clothes off.
Grabbing a hand towel to wipe her face and hands and take a moment to breathe normally, it
was time for a relaxing shower to wash the day away.
Danica grabbed her favourite body wash and loofah, with a huge sigh of relief she climbed
gingerly into the hot steamy shower. She slowly lathered her body, enjoying the instant warmth and perfume, her mind unwinding from the confusion she had felt previously.
After a few moments, she began to relax. Caleb entered her thoughts..
Danica, realising her body was responsive to her thoughts, enjoyed the tingling feeling rising
between her thighs. She continued to imagine Caleb’s now naked body, glistening in the shower whilst he gently caresses her naked skin, holding and pulling at her nipplesusing his teeth and tongue.
Her body was now feeling aroused - and delighted. The touch of her hands roaming down to her now moist inner thighs made her pulse race. Her pussy, also pulsing, as she thrust rhythmically, fondling every aching part of her until the tremors were almost too much.
But her body was screaming for more, adoring the moment.
With moans of pleasure, she imagined Caleb’s hard, throbbing member entering her.. Now writhing with delight.
And suddenly, it happened!
The tension.. The peak of rapture.. The wildest, wettest, most intense orgasm she ever could have wished for!
Gasping for breath, knees weak. A feeling of euphoria like no other, she gently knelt down on the shower floor, smiling from ear to ear.
She glanced down and looked at the plug hole.
‘Hmmmm, needs cleaning.’ she laughed loudly!
"..I wonder if Caleb would ever clean my plug hole?"
Positive Vibes,
FantasyMinx 
Well, that’s an oxymoron if I bloody say so myself!
So pissed off, Danica nearly choked holding back a snort/chuckle laughing at her thoughts.
Today, she had on a pastel pink suit with her only ‘white’ white blouse, buttons done up on her
jacket to hide the stain from a rushed chicken Mayo wrap she had devoured during her very
short lunch break earlier.
Petite with a cute, layered blonde bob. Unaware of how naturally attractive she is (she even looks great in joggers, jeans or fluffy dressing gown) oblivious to how many people often check her out as she walks by..
Dani had been at her desk in the office since 7.30 this morning, after another boring
weekend alone (again) she started to daydream.. perfect relationships? Or more specifically,
perfect sex.
She meets up with girlfriends every Wednesday evening for Prosecco and a gossip.. generally
consisting of everyone (not her) discussing their amazing sexual exploits from last Saturday
night!
Dani, at 27, had been single almost a year and totally relied on her bedside drawer with a
selection of toys for any type of happy ending these days.
To be honest to herself, she had experienced her fair share of making love, hook-ups and shags. But now she dreams of the earth shattering, sweat inducing, juice dripping sex that others had discovered and she hasn’t.. (yet)
At that exact moment Caleb bustled by
Always dressed in smart casual with a battered old school satchel flung over his shoulders.
and spreadsheets until the clock hit 6pm... then home.
Finally, Dani pops on her cute little pumps (she always sits at her desk barefoot.. way more
comfortable) she says her goodbyes and skips downstairs to the front door, almost happy a
busy day was finally over.
‘Fuck.’ She stated with annoyance (but quiet enough for her colleagues not to hear)
The sky was full of dark clouds, almost claustrophobically so! The downpour she hadn’t noticed until now had flooded the streets.
With as much haste as she could muster, she crossed the road and headed for the bus stop.
Literally from head to toe. (Argh)
Now, £6 for a bus full of commuters who are tired and wet (and probably smelling awful this time of day) wasn’t appealing. So, she muttered under her breath something along the lines of ‘fuck it’ and stumbled, smiling half-heartedly into the car, dripping the seats and dashboard with gross rain and puddle juice. Doing so with little, if any, aplomb, considering the circumstances.
Caleb smiled silently to himself, he asks where to drop her off. She replied almost scowling,
but relieved she didn’t have a cramped bus ride home.
‘Oh crap. I hope that’s not indigestion’ she thinks as her stomach does a short sharp flip. Taking a few deep breaths she sat quietly, starting to relax a little, with some jazz quietly playing on the car stereo.
Danica peered through her fringe at the face she’d never seen in all the time Caleb had passed her when visiting the office.
His eyes were a deep golden brown, soulful and maybe a little sexy, a strong (if a little on the
large size nose) and well proportioned lips (the word "kissable" ran through her head.)
‘He has sex appeal and lots of it. He smells musky and masculine.. I wonder how well his trousers fit his bum? and how well endowed he is..’ - "WTF!" she thought, as the car slowly pulled up to her destination.
Flustered, she smiled, thanked him and ran indoors. Not daring to glance back just in case he
could read minds!
"What’s wrong with me? It must be all these thoughts of explosive orgasms.. Now I'm horny
about someone I’ve hardly said more than a few words to!"
She threw her bag down and kicked her pumps annoyingly down the hallway, also trying not to break her neck whilst fighting to get her wet clothes off.
Grabbing a hand towel to wipe her face and hands and take a moment to breathe normally, it
was time for a relaxing shower to wash the day away.
Danica grabbed her favourite body wash and loofah, with a huge sigh of relief she climbed
gingerly into the hot steamy shower. She slowly lathered her body, enjoying the instant warmth and perfume, her mind unwinding from the confusion she had felt previously.
After a few moments, she began to relax. Caleb entered her thoughts..
Danica, realising her body was responsive to her thoughts, enjoyed the tingling feeling rising
between her thighs. She continued to imagine Caleb’s now naked body, glistening in the shower whilst he gently caresses her naked skin, holding and pulling at her nipples
Her body was now feeling aroused - and delighted. The touch of her hands roaming down to her now moist inner thighs made her pulse race. Her pussy, also pulsing, as she thrust rhythmically, fondling every aching part of her until the tremors were almost too much.
The tension.. The peak of rapture.. The wildest, wettest, most intense orgasm she ever could have wished for!
Gasping for breath, knees weak. A feeling of euphoria like no other, she gently knelt down on the shower floor, smiling from ear to ear.
She glanced down and looked at the plug hole.
‘Hmmmm, needs cleaning.’ she laughed loudly!
"..I wonder if Caleb would ever clean my plug hole?"
Positive Vibes,
FantasyMinx
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