Don’t you Cringe, my Boy
“Good morning James”, Venessa would enthusiastically great me every morning when she passed by my office door. Venessa was something to see. She stood an intimidating 6’9’’ while I was only 5’5’’. I always thought that I could dare this lofty devil; either tiptoe and reach her space (mark you she was worth the trouble) or bring her down(what are cranes for any way?). We used to call tall women devils as we thought they were a deadly devious and scheming lot. But wait a minute, she was my boss. I had to shelve that idea and the feeling and probably confirm with the psychiatrist whether I was in my lucid moments.
But this lady seemed so unbounded! Ethics? None. Professionalism? May be it was a theory in class, I thought this is where it was practiced. She would make overtly dazzling and sexual moves before me, every …show more content…
I would tell how her big hips rose so graciously, how impressive were her 44 DD tits and how her mounds revealed so well, so titillating in her blouse’s low cut cleavage. Sometimes how her ass would ‘rhythm’ ( it ‘rhymed’ here I go come over, here I go come….) so suggestively when she walked to her office after unleashing her ‘commercial’.
Yeah, letting the truth bare, she was beautiful. I would say Venessa, at 45 and married for 20 years, was a perfect example of feminine and wanton flirtation sexuality on the goof. She was my immediate supervisor, and you know that shit- don’t be rude to your boss? She was the lady in charge; in charge of my career. This lady really caused jitters in me and I really fretted her despite the manly face I wore when she was around. I only pretended to be strong, just like a man. I had a case of my friend whose boss gave him a very bad recommendation letter, for not recognizing his wife. I wondered how? God, these bitches have a
“Good morning James”, Venessa would enthusiastically great me every morning when she passed by my office door. Venessa was something to see. She stood an intimidating 6’9’’ while I was only 5’5’’. I always thought that I could dare this lofty devil; either tiptoe and reach her space (mark you she was worth the trouble) or bring her down(what are cranes for any way?). We used to call tall women devils as we thought they were a deadly devious and scheming lot. But wait a minute, she was my boss. I had to shelve that idea and the feeling and probably confirm with the psychiatrist whether I was in my lucid moments.
But this lady seemed so unbounded! Ethics? None. Professionalism? May be it was a theory in class, I thought this is where it was practiced. She would make overtly dazzling and sexual moves before me, every …show more content…
I would tell how her big hips rose so graciously, how impressive were her 44 DD tits and how her mounds revealed so well, so titillating in her blouse’s low cut cleavage. Sometimes how her ass would ‘rhythm’ ( it ‘rhymed’ here I go come over, here I go come….) so suggestively when she walked to her office after unleashing her ‘commercial’.
Yeah, letting the truth bare, she was beautiful. I would say Venessa, at 45 and married for 20 years, was a perfect example of feminine and wanton flirtation sexuality on the goof. She was my immediate supervisor, and you know that shit- don’t be rude to your boss? She was the lady in charge; in charge of my career. This lady really caused jitters in me and I really fretted her despite the manly face I wore when she was around. I only pretended to be strong, just like a man. I had a case of my friend whose boss gave him a very bad recommendation letter, for not recognizing his wife. I wondered how? God, these bitches have a