Another night to relax & reflect

 Getting out of my suit and into a sexy nighty, I put on a pair of matching high heels, panties and prance about the house.  A glass of merlot in hand, I feel so relaxed and at one with myself.  As if this is the only time I can actually be 'myself'.  Staring into the mirror, I marvel at how I look. My hair hanging freely, caressing the back of my neck and back.  I love the feel of its softness on my bare skin.  Oh why can't I just come out and tell the world, "I am a girl!  Yes, a wanton gurl!  And a slutty one at that!" 

I have such a desire to get dolled up and go out for the night.  The thought of something sexy, and the chance to 'sway my tushy around others' just has such an intoxicating feel about it.  I just love sliding into a bar, nuzzle up against somebody and feel them try and 'cop a feel' of my tushy as I bump them on my way by, then give them a glance and a wink over my shoulder.  Oooh, I can be so naughty!

Pausing, I bite my lip then grin.  I can feel my body begin to get aroused with all these sexy feelings hurling themselves into the imagination.  Leaning back onto the sofa, my body gives in to desire.  I want it, and have been thinking about 'it' all day.  Closing my eyes, I imagine myself, and a lover together.  I offer myself to him, as my legs spread, longing for him to take me where we both long to go, and only dreams can ever feel.  Oh how I long for this to be real!

New Day, means new boundaries to press!

I can't help myself.  I feel like for every day I finish without seemingly being discovered, the more I want to 'press the envelope', and try for more.  What am I thinking?!?  But I can't help myself, this feeling inside me is overwhelming!  I want to burst out!  


I could hardly sleep last night, until I fianlly slid under my covers, dressed in my soft silk chemise slid off into  la-la land.





Today I would go further!  As I exit the restroom adorned in my soft bath sheet, I prance about searching for the right ensemble to wear under my work clothes.  Feeling so naughty, but oh so yummy doing it.  I imagine the anguish I will feel all day, knowing what I will be wearing at work, and my 'little secret' I tell myself nobody knows.  I smile finding the perfect outfit, and spread it out on my bed, and begin preparation for the new day.

First the white stockings.  Oh they feel heavenly over my legs!  I giggle as I run my thumbs under the pretty white bows at the back of my thighs.  Oh, this is so naughty!  I then slide my soft thong up my legs, as it nestles nicely above my hips.  The material sliding between my cheeks.  I feel myself coo in enjoyment as my tushy feels the splendor of the material.  I am side tracked for a moment as I feel the need to put on heels and look at myself while I put on the rest of my ensemble.    

Finally, I grab hold of myself, giggling, and remove the shoes, covering my lingerie with the 'pwer garb' of the day.  I put on my 'game face', and jump into my car.  Once on the highway amidst the traffic, if only for a moment, my secret is muffled from the mind until I reach work.  Once out of the car and heading into the building and to my desk, I feel the fabric squeeze my body.  I agonize whether the pretty bows at the top of the stockings, or the garter straps I had fastened to the stockings were visible through my suit.  I look down, while my hands run along the tops of my thighs.  I smile and nod at the secretaries I pass who smile back at me.  I can not help but wonder if any of them know.  What would be the 'penalty' I would have to pay to keep them quiet?  

Biting my lip, I turn the corner into my office, place myself behind my desk, and go about the 'business of the day', with the nagging anguish exhilaration always at the back of my mind.