I always sit behind my desk. In front of my desk is a black three seated coach, where many sexy stories have already been told, and many more await.I ...look at my watch:8.55I have a spare hour to waste, I get up, I opt to go to star bucks for a coffee, it’s a cold December day, I sit at star bucks for a good half hour, reading this mornings paper, just across the street from my office block.That’s when I saw her:It was Diane, she is crossing the street, heading for the door, just metres from. Her pretty orgasms engorging me.I dwell in the pink Amethyst Temple of the Most High.I slowly caress its soft garnet walls.I adore its soft tourmaline roof.I succulently kiss the spinel centerpiece over and over again.I drink forevermore from its topaz fountain.I boldly penetrate The Rubellite Gate.Feel my supreme vitality, potency, and vigor Feminine One.My heart pumps a warrior’s blood, fueled by girly kisses.I stand mightily, behind you, my masculinity present.I need You. I desire You. I. Just as I was going to dose,my phone rang like an alarm.I couldn't help but curse more and picked it up and literally yelled,"Who the f--K are you? Do you have no sense of time ?" Hi,Aafreen. This is Zafar. I am going to be held up today,do not cook for me. Are we clear?" I'm so sorr-" I asked you a question. Answer me first,kitten." DO NOT CALL ME THAT!Yes, we are clear, very clear."All I could hear on the other end was loud and clear laughter of the man of my fantasies.I was already. I know it willupset you but I have to know everything otherwise it will be difficultto help you. OK?'I nodded.Right, tell me from the beginning all about yourself and what hashappened to make you want to try to live at home, by yourself as agirl.I took a deep breath and slowly at first, I told her my story. About mylovely parents, moving house, trying to find a school, the accident andthe strange dreamlike aftermath. I cried a lot while I was telling herabout my loss and then my fear about.