January 6 2012, 10:49 AM by Lord Henry Wotton
An email exchange between me and a new friend.
Thinking of you
Lord Henry Wotton Thu, Jan 5, 2012 at 10:11 PM
To: shy andromeda
Thoughts of you, are making part of me very hard and aroused. And as I excite and pleasure those areas, I wonder how it would be if we met. Would you stop me at the door? Would you push me back? Would you tell me "no"? But what if I advanced further? Would you spit? Would you hit? Would you scratch?
And what if I grabbed you, spun you around, tearing your clothes as I did? What if I forced you onto your couch, smashing your face into the fabric? What if I made you feel my large erection press against your unwilling hole? Teasing you? Finally thrusting my hardness into you?
Would you yell at me? Tell me what a despicable person I am? Maybe you should.
shy andromeda Fri, Jan 6, 2012 at 10:39 AM
To: Lord Henry Wotton
Let me tell you about my morning at work.
We had a 10am tech meeting where each of us reports the status of our projects for peer review.
Given the potentially contentious nature of these meetings (we value bluntness), this is not the time or place to lose focus.
And right before I'm scheduled to go into this meeting I check my email.
I read your message and I'm stunned. I'm caught off guard.
I'm aroused. I feel my heart pounding and the blood rising in my face.
I also feel the start of dampness in a dark, secret place inside me.
So here I am in this meeting with my fellow engineers, and I'm completely distracted.
Hoping like hell no one asks me too many questions. Hoping the scrutiny I receive does not result in a challenge.
I'm acutely aware I'm the only female in the room, that my peers are all men.
And I'm also acutely aware that my panties are now soaked. I actually worry if there will be a wet spot on my jeans when I stand up...
I'm the last one to leave the conference room just in case.
So thanks for that.
And I'm not being sarcastic... I do mean it.
Thank you for a fun and interesting experience.
Best meeting I've been to in a long time.
An email exchange between me and a new friend.
Thinking of you
Lord Henry Wotton Thu, Jan 5, 2012 at 10:11 PM
To: shy andromeda
Thoughts of you, are making part of me very hard and aroused. And as I excite and pleasure those areas, I wonder how it would be if we met. Would you stop me at the door? Would you push me back? Would you tell me "no"? But what if I advanced further? Would you spit? Would you hit? Would you scratch?
And what if I grabbed you, spun you around, tearing your clothes as I did? What if I forced you onto your couch, smashing your face into the fabric? What if I made you feel my large erection press against your unwilling hole? Teasing you? Finally thrusting my hardness into you?
Would you yell at me? Tell me what a despicable person I am? Maybe you should.
shy andromeda Fri, Jan 6, 2012 at 10:39 AM
To: Lord Henry Wotton
Let me tell you about my morning at work.
We had a 10am tech meeting where each of us reports the status of our projects for peer review.
Given the potentially contentious nature of these meetings (we value bluntness), this is not the time or place to lose focus.
And right before I'm scheduled to go into this meeting I check my email.
I read your message and I'm stunned. I'm caught off guard.
I'm aroused. I feel my heart pounding and the blood rising in my face.
I also feel the start of dampness in a dark, secret place inside me.
So here I am in this meeting with my fellow engineers, and I'm completely distracted.
Hoping like hell no one asks me too many questions. Hoping the scrutiny I receive does not result in a challenge.
I'm acutely aware I'm the only female in the room, that my peers are all men.
And I'm also acutely aware that my panties are now soaked. I actually worry if there will be a wet spot on my jeans when I stand up...
I'm the last one to leave the conference room just in case.
So thanks for that.
And I'm not being sarcastic... I do mean it.
Thank you for a fun and interesting experience.
Best meeting I've been to in a long time.