Posts Tagged ‘seduction’
by hannah
September 17th, 2010
Things got a little tense Tuesday at the office. Phillip and I needed to talk about the Benson project, and how there were still issues with the contractor. We strategized, and I got up to leave, when he got up too, and grabbed my hand. He said he was really looking forward to seeing me all weekend. We had a moment…and then fucking Aiden, the front desk guy, burst in, freaking out about the monitor in the board room not working. Phillip quickly let go of my hand, and sternly told him that if he ever interrupted again when the door was closed, it would be his last day. Aiden apologized, nervously, but I know he saw something.
It was risky what Phillip did, but it made me realize that our relationship meant more to him than just a disposable, casual fuck. There was something more to it, even though he didn’t want to talk about it yet. He wouldn’t risk his reputation, a multi-million-dollar project, or his career if he didn’t…like me. I’m sure there were plenty fitting options clamoring for the seat I was in right now, and he didn’t need complications.
I can’t help but obsess a bit over the idea that this could be something real. It makes me want to penetrate him, like he penetrates me. Makes me want to know what’s going on in his mind when he eats, sleeps, and fucks me. It makes me want to make myself so indispensable that he forgets about all of those other women clamoring for the seat.
I finish my mimosa and set my glass down on the deck. I crawl up onto him slowly, feeling him, stopping to kiss his smooth chest, and when I notice him stir under me, I make my way back down, and undo the draw string of his pants, and then, the buttons.
by hannah
September 3rd, 2010
PeeWee, one of my friends on FB, thinks I should go to San Diego this weekend and seduce hubbie. He also thinks we should have a real wedding one day. And that having kids doesn’t save a marriage.
PeeWee is full of good advice today. But I tell PeeWee I’m not in the mood for any of the above right now.
God I used to be such a bitch when hubbie would leave for a production gig. Like a night without him would just burst my little world. I’d make him pay for it, by whining or being cold-hearted or indifferent when I would see him or talk to him on the phone. I’m sure he was thinking “why the eff did I marry this attention whore?” It wasn’t about that though. I just want what I want, when I want it, and I can be really impatient.
Now, I want some alone time. I don’t think that makes him happy either. I know he was kinda upset that I didn’t want to drive down with him last weekend, “but I’ll be gone for three weeks.”
I stared at the ceiling as he packed and told him I needed to get more work done on the next book, and get my corporate sponsorship proposal finished, and continue looking for work. Get my life in order. Start kicking some ass and get somewhere with my life, like I used to be able to do, before this…identity crisis.
by hannah
August 25th, 2010
We’re at the glass case near the cash register looking at cock rings. Christian tells me he doesn’t want leather or rubber. The big Latin man behind the glass case looks impatient when I point to a big heavy brushed metal ring. “What size?”
I look at Christian. He shrugs.
The big Latin man rolls his eyes, “you wanna try?”
I’m confused.
“Me?” And so is Christian.
The big Latin man takes out several sizes of the same cock ring and points to two doors to his left.
“And her?” Christian points at me, and picks up the heavy metal. The Big Latin Man just stares.
I tell Christian I don’t think I have to go in for the sizing.
“Oh no, no, no,” he pulls me with his free hand, “this was your idea.”
