HER FAVORITE POSITIONS – PART ONE – ANOTHER FRIDAY NIGHT BEDTIME STORY

by Miss Bliss

At 11am, you receive the first email.  The subject header reads, “My Favorite Positions – PRIVATE!! Open in a safe place.”  Work is not a safe place.  Being the newest hire, your work area is in the worst position.  You share a cubicle with two other aides and your back faces the door.  Whatever’s on your screen, someone is certain to see.

So you must wait.  At least six hours.

There is an attachment.  She sent you a picture?  What could the picture be of?  An image of her lean, long body appears before your eyes.  Maybe she sent a self-portrait of her deep olive flesh wrapped in lingerie.

This is what she does to you.

And this is why you adore her.  She knows how to make you itch with desire at 11am on a Monday morning.  You smile knowing your man received some form of torture from her, too.  She never emails you without emailing him, too.  It’s one of her undeniable charms.

Your phone vibrates with a text.  Check your mail, he writes.   I can’t, you text back.  The fellowship’s summary report is due in three days and everyone in the office is attached to a computer.  You never get a moment alone when a deadline nears.  You are going to love her even more, he writes.  She gets it.

As you are texting him back, the mailbox dings with a new email.  You look up at your screen and there is a second email from her.  Again, the header reads, “My Favorite Positions #2 – PRIVATE – For your eyes only!”

It takes all of your strength not to open the emails and continue working.  Reigning in your imagination, you try not to think of her or the weekend of splendor the three of you just shared.  There is too much work to do.

At 11:30 she sends you a third email and this time you notice the throb between your legs.  If this deadline wasn’t looming, you would call her just to let her know how much she is torturing you.

Time moves fast thanks to the enormous amount of work you have to do.  Writing nonstop, you edit your sections of the report and wait for the clock to strike five.

It isn’t until the drive home that you have a chance to imagine what is in her email.  Unpredictable and imaginative, it could be anything.  Sometimes she sends you images of gorgeous girls kissing; sometimes it is only her, naked and smilingly.  Occasionally, it’s photos someone else took of her but she doesn’t say who and you don’t ask.

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The three of you met in a café one Sunday night in Hollywood.  Too hot to stay in your apartment, you and your man went out for an icy drink with icier air conditioning.  Right after your drinks arrived, the door opened and a tall girl with big dark eyes and full lips walked in.  Wearing a vintage Bowie t-shirt and jeans, she was casually sexy and a little bit tough.  You could see this girl changing her own flat or playing bass guitar.  Nothing turns you on more than the incredibly stunning woman who has the fierce energy of a man.

After ordering her drink, she picked the table next to yours and gave you both the most charming of smiles.  You smile back at her briefly.  Too pretty for you, you think, so you quickly turn your eyes away from her.  Lucky for you, your man noticed the whole exchange and asked her how she was handling the heat.

“Goodness,” she said, “I am just melting.  I must look so sweaty and disgusting.”

You looked at her again and her insecurity made you feel more courageous.  “This is you looking disgusting?  You must give men heart attacks when you look great…”

She laughed.  “Aren’t you a sweetheart?”  She turned to your man and said, “You are very lucky.”

He said, “You don’t know how lucky I am.”  Something in the tone of his voice made you flush and her raise an eyebrow.

“Maybe I don’t.  But I’d like to find out.”

Emails were exchanged and as you left the café, opening the door into the warm Los Angeles night air, you discussed her as a potential love interest.  “She seemed really bi, didn’t she?”

“And she’s really into you,” he said.

“You think?”

“I know,” he said and kissed your cheek.  “Let’s go home and send this girl an email.”

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Bringing your attention back to the present, you turn left onto your street and park the car.  Throwing your bag over your shoulder, you lock the car and walk towards your home, ready to greet your man with a warm kiss and excited to finally open the first email.

Want to know what is inside the emails our heroine received at work?  Tune in for Part II next Friday!

XOXOXOXOX
BLISS WARRIOR
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IF YOU ENJOYED THIS BLOG, YOU MAY ENJOY READING OTHER EROTIC FICTION FROM BLISS WARRIOR:
WHAT SHE FORGOT
SPIN THE BOTTLE PART ONE, PART TWO, AND PART THREE
FOLLOW MY RULES PART ONE AND PART TWO
CAPTIVATING THE COLLEGE GIRL PART ONE, PART TWO, AND PART THREE
TOUCHING UNDER THE TABLE
WAKE ME UP WITH YOUR TONGUE
YOU MADE MY BRAIN COME
LEARNING TO LOVE STRAP-ONS
ONE FRENCH AFTERNOON
WALKING HOME IN HER PANTIES
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