Saturday, June 14, 2014


She said her name was Chloe.  Her two-tone blondish red hair curled on its own all over her head.  Her bright blue eyes sparkled when she smiled.  Even her bust seemed to bounce with their own counter rhythm as she jogged along the beach.  Her tight uniform t-shirt drew his gaze regardless of where he looked.  Blasted logo seemed to plaster itself tighter against her breasts the more Gill tried to read what the print said.  That was his story and he stuck to it.  She chirped as she walked by him at lunch and dinner.

An economy size box of condoms sat on the desk in his room.  He smiled and patted the box.  The cellophane wrapper still enclosed it.  Was he wishful thinking?  Hope without potential of fulfillment?  Then there was the room cleaning incident.  She saw the box as he entered the room finding her cleaning up the bathroom where he had jacked-off in the shower fantasizing what he would do if she said yes.  How red could a grey squirrel blush?  Even her rosy cheeks tinged as she smiled and left. Need swarmed him with a hunger that found him with his hand on the door ready to follow her and plead his case.  Sanity returned as the elevator dinged and the doors opened.

His balls ached.  Hung lower than he ever thought they could.  Blue balls weren’t pretty  Louie quipped when Gill called to check on his campaign press releases.  Chloe had left a hand written not under his door.  Unfortunately part of her phone number remained obliterated thanks to the nightly cleaning crew.  Chole’s melodious chirps lulled him to sleep as his orgasmic bliss pulled him into slumber.  How much more jerking off could he stand?  What was this attraction?  This need that seemed to draw them together and yet continued to tease them without satisfaction? Well satisfaction that found him buried up to his nuts in Chloe as she spasmed around and over him.  Great, and he was supposed to be planning his campaign!

He asked for seating in her section.  She wasn’t working?  Chloe was where?  He finally worked up the nerve to ask her out, invite her to meet him off premise, and see what their mutual attraction might ignite.  And she wasn’t working?  Somehow breakfast tasted flatter, less worth the effort, and . . .


Happy Weekend Gang!

Looks like the love bug bit Gill.  And her name is Chloe. . .red fur and chirps that drew his mind somewhere...I wonder if he gets to unwrap much less use that box of condoms.  We'll have to wait and see what his next report says.

I loved vacation!  Had a wonderful time.  The Spice Homestead is back and working hard to get more wonderful things happening.  I've got new story ideas brewing and Pris my muse enjoyed our having time to think together.  

As Spring gives way to Summer, be safe.  These storms are kickers.  Remember to take time to take care of you and yours.  Share a good book or two with your loves and spice.  I know I will!

Until Next Week,



Rebecca Gillan said...

Poor gil. He'll get back into the swing of things eventually!

Savanna Kougar said...

Bitten by the love and lust bug! Will Gil find happiness with Chloe... as the shifter world turns, and turns on...

Pat C. said...

Sounds like Gil isn't getting much "rest." Heh heh.

Glad you had a good time.

Serena Shay said...

Keep the faith, Gil, you'll get your Chloe... Then you can give your hand a rest. ;)