Wednesday, June 11, 2008

The Unethical Attraction





Challenging - he loves to argue.


My boss.

I know it is so unethical to be attracted to my boss (hence the title) but I am.

It's torture because apart from my rule of: "No anal sex," my second rule is: "Do not fall for someone who can make or break your career."

It's not about mixing business with pleasure. I am for the latter but this unfortunately runs deeper...

He's the kind of guy I don't think I would ever get fed up with.

This troubles me big time...

I am not a relationship person. I can hardly see myself getting married. My role model is Samantha Jones from Sex & The City so do I sound like I'm the marrying type?

The short answer is: "No."

Even my friends know I'm not the marrying type.

Don't get me wrong, they never say never, they reckon I could fall in love but marriage is a lot more improbable.

I do see myself in maybe a long-term relationship starting in my 40s or 50s (with a toyboy if I'm well-preserved) and probably dabbling in some not so long-term relationships before then but not in a marriage.

The baby thing however is a different issue. I mean, if I couldn't find someone to be a great father, I'd love to have one with a gay best friend. My gay best friend, Kalvin. He'd be a great father. Fashionable, bitchy but loving and caring. Quite a stereotypical gay. (He never used to be but slowly developed into one when he realised he was good at being one hehe.)

Anyways.. back to the boss...

The day I realised I may more than fancy him was the night we worked late together. A probable cliché but the story...

There was a deadline that, at the last minute, was made for the next 24 hours instead of the original date.. a week from that day. So as you can imagine, the office was in panic and everyone had to work at least 7 times harder than usual.

Having called everyone to work early at 5am. We managed to get it done, not at the best level, but done. The last thing that had to be done only needed the boss and a helper. Being seen as the "Deputy Head," although that isn't my title, I was elected as the helper.

We had been arguing all day over the best ideas; however by this point, we knew we had to make quick decisions so we didn't have time to have long arguments.

We were in my office.

He brought me a coffee and suggested we should take a little break.

I was in black high-waist trousers that were a little wide-legged/baggy. (I was gonna wear a pencil skirt but rushing around the office in a pencil skirt isn't easy.) I wore a white blouse - tucked into my trousers with a wide black and patent belt on my high waist - in other words, the place where the shirt meets the trousers on the outside. I was in monochrome since I am taken a lot more seriously in black and white. I wonder.. does it remind people of the police? I don't know.. but it worked. Everyone got the work done quickly and efficiently.

He was in a sharp suit. He doesn't have the best physique but he's started going to the gym so he's begun to get toned and muscly. I've only seen his forearms when he rolls up or folds up his sleeves. They have muscle. He also has lost the double (almost triple) chin he somehow had even though he was not obese or overweight (at least he didn't look overweight before).
It's not the looks that matter with him though.

What he does have is charisma...

The smile.

The walk.

The humour.

The wit.

The stare.

This was the stare he was giving me at the time he handed me the coffee.

I stared back at him. My mouth slightly open. His mouth on his coffee cup, sipping.

I was so horny already and seeing him give me "the stare" was getting me wet, literally.

I sipped my coffee looking away from him.. I could see him staring at me in the corner of my eye.

There was definitely chemistry between us.

When we were arguing it was at it's best. I could tell during an argument we just wanted to rip each other's clothes off and fuck each other right there and then.. but since we argued mostly in public, around the workplace, that would be unprofessional...

He put down his coffee and talked:

"So what would you be doing if you weren't stuck here with me?"

Sitting on the front of my desk. I put down my coffee. I replied:
"At the club about to get fucked or at home getting fucked. You?"

"At home wishing I was getting fucked."
I laughed. He smiled. He sat next to me and picked up his coffee. I picked up mine.

"Who would you be getting fucked by?"
He said coyly. Sipping his coffee after he spoke, pretending he didn't care what the answer was.

"A fuck friend. I don't do one night stands. They're less likely to have gone by morning."
He laughed. I liked making him laugh because then there was: The smile.

Oh God, I've gone soft again... *Repeats to self in head: "I am not falling for him. I am not falling for him..."*

Back to the conversation we had...

I thought I'd play along with his game.. I put down my coffee.
"So who do you wish you were fucking right now?"
I said this, looking at him in the way I look at guys, who I want to kiss me...

He looked at me. Coughed. Stared at me again and..
"I don't know."

"Are you sure? You look like you know."
He put down his coffee. I don't know what made me stand up.. but I did.
"We should get back to work."
I said it but I didn't mean it. What I meant was.. have sex with me, right here, right now. Up against the wall, up against my glass window that overlooked the city, in my chair...

After a few seconds of: The stare. He stood up. He stood directly in front of me. He leaned down to kiss me and did. I kissed him back. An amazing, soft kiss. I was getting weak at the knees. He started undoing my belt, unbuttoning my blouse. I started unbuttoning his shirt. He was shirtless, I was belt- and blouse-less. I took off my trousers with the undoing of a zip. They fell right down. I kept on my black patent stiletto heels. I had matching lingerie - remember I'm a lingerie lover and collector. I stopped kissing him, went to my desk drawer and got out a few condoms. I put the rest on the desk and took one over to him. He had already taken off his trousers and socks. I took off his Ralph Lauren boxers. He was already hard, big, long. I put on the condom. I got up and he started kissing me again. He lifted me up still kissing me. I put my legs around his hips as he lifted. He pushed me up against the wall, I took off my bra. He sucked on my nipples. I was already so wet. He kissed me again and I stroked his dick.

"Put it in me."
I said softly but urgently. He did.
I moaned loadly. He started fingering my clit.
"Lie down on the floor."
Again, I said this softly but urgently. He did.

I did the reverse cowgirl - this gave me access to his balls. I got into position, putting him in me. He put his hands on my butt. I thrusted. I stroked his balls. Using my own wetness as lubricant. He moaned louder and louder. I moaned louder and louder.. I had one hand rubbing his balls, one hand on my clit. I thrusted and thrusted. He came. I came.

I got off him and turned around this time kneeling with my knees and legs low enough on either side so my mouth was in line with his dick. I sucked and soon it was hard again. This time he was heavy breathing. I love heavy breathing. I love him heavy breathing. After 2-5 minutes he came again.

"Your turn. Lie down."

He said, smirking, he kissed me before I did.

Lying down, I couldn't wait for him to do something.

He tongued my clit, fingering it. He put 2-3 fingers up me. He got man-i-cures, his hands were so soft. His feet were nice and looked soft too so obviously he got pedicures too.

My knees bent and pelvis lifted out of my control, he was incredible. I orgasmed big time.

I looked up, he went to get a condom.. he was coming in...

I was still wet so of course I let him.

A lot of thrusts and positions later, we both came this time me first then him.

It was indescribable sex, so passionate, so urgent, soooooooo good.

Afterwards, we lay there, recovering from the extremely sweaty sex.

I was lying on his arm, he had strong deodorant which meant he still smelt lovely. It smelt like Lynx. I love Lynx.

I decided to climb on top of him and lay there. He was looking into my eyes and giving me: The stare. I was looking into his eyes...

It hit me. I wanted to be his. It wasn't just the passionate, best sex of my life (though I'm sure that had something to do with it). It was everything about him. His modesty. His assertiveness. His charming personality.

I kissed him trying to prove myself wrong by keeping my eyes open.

I couldn't.

I got up.

I put on my clothes.

"What's wrong?"
He asked, with a concerned look on his face.
"Nothing that was more than I could've ever imagined it would be."
I thought I'd be honest about the sex at least...
"So what are you doing now?"
I was shuffelling papers on my desk.. pretending I was reading through something... He started to get dressed.
"Getting on with the work, remember? The deadline..."
"Aren't we going to talk about us?"
Yikes. He wanted the conversation... I hate the serious relationship conversations. All of them. The: "What are we?" And/or the: "Where is this relationship going?" These were the worst ones. I'm so bad at both. I always end up lying / saying something I don't mean. Like the "L" word just to keep someone happy. The problem was that this time it could almost be true...

I decided to nip it in the bud before he starts to get the wrong idea or the right idea...

I stopped organising the desk and looked at him straight in the eye while saying the following:
"This was a one-nighter. I know I said I don't do that and I don't.. with strangers. Since I know you, I assume you are safe. Plus I do find you attractive. I'm guessing you find me attractive so I don't think we need to make this anymore than it was. Two horny colleagues, perhaps even friends, who trust each other so decided to use each other for sex. No strings attached. I got some. You got some. It's finished. Can we work now..?"

He looked at me in disbelief. I wasn't sure whether he could see right through me or whether he was just shocked by my bluntness and agreed or worse, he was shocked and could see right through me but agreed with the lie.

He nodded, his head looking away from me. Looking at the papers on my desk.
"OK, erm.. sure. Whatever you say."
The stare.

I couldn't tell what he was thinking. No wonder he's a poker expert...

We threw away the old cold coffee. We got new coffee.

We made the deadline.

There's still chemistry and tension between us.

Everytime we're alone I leave immediately unless we have work to discuss then I discuss it then leave.

We still argue about work though, the best times at work are when we argue.

The heat. The intensity. Where's my rampant rabbit?

Kisses, V.V.

Monday, June 9, 2008

The Sex Buddy

I've never had much luck with boyfriends.
In fact, I haven't had a real boyfriend since my first.

The guys I know are either a friend, a fuck or a combination of both...
A guy who's both is what we all now call "the sex buddy" or "the fuck buddy".

Someone who can be a mate to you but also can mate with you and there are no sticky strings attached.

My first official sex buddy was the dark, tall, handsome, muscular Maxime of African-French heritage. His voice and accent are as charming and as smooth as one expects of a Frenchman. His physique was that of an Armani or Calvin Klein ad. He reminded me of a young Taye Diggs or Tyson Beckford. Simply beautiful. The perfect man.

However like most "perfect" men, he wasn't one. He was someone who was always busy, travelling around the world and this meant he could never hold down a relationship. One of the first issues he brought up when we became friends, was the fact he didn't like to mix work with pleasure. He considered friends as pleasure thus we would not talk about work so I never asked what he did. It seemed obvious he wouldn't say even if I did ask. One thing I was sure of was that he didn't have to work for money. He came from money. He'd talk about his family, how he grew up in a magnificent vineyard. How his house was the key to getting "Les Mademoiselles" into his bedroom...

Despite his good looks and charms, I never had any intention of having sex with him. He was totally my type but I just felt so comfortable and satisfied being his friend that I never thought to do anything more. Mind you, saying this does make me remember our undeniable chemistry. Our conversations would just flow and at times be obviously hypnotized by each other's lips. Yet, we never made a move. We would just continue talking. The only time we would physically touch each other was when we hugged hello and hugged good bye.

One day, when we hadn't seen each other in months, (we had both had a birthday during that time and coincidentally in the same month), he called me. It was about 8am in the morning and I was still asleep. I woke up to the sound of my ringtone and since I had set a particular ringtone for his number, I knew immediately who it was. So with a swipe of eyes to wake up, I reached over to my mobile and answered it.

After a quick conversation, I got up, showered, groomed, dressed and out the door with my essential big handbag. I walked to the taxi stand and I got in a taxi and told the driver where to go.

Within about 20-30 minutes of driving through traffic, I got to his house. Well, his mansion of a house. I paid the cab driver, got out of the taxi and I walked up to the gates and pressed the buzzer. He opened the gates and I walked through them and very slowly they closed behind me. Seeing the beautiful property as I turned the corner always made me feel like I was a few steps away from having a luxurious holiday, with his indoor-heated swimming pool, sauna, and even his own massage therapist who he could phone and they'd arrive within the hour.

As I was nearly at the front doors, they opened and out he came. He was wearing just a tracksuit, it seems he was on his way to his indoor gym. In his hand was a bag, a gift bag. I knew immediately it was a birthday present. I hugged him hello and he handed me the gift saying: "Happy birthday." I opened it and inside was some beautiful lingerie. I smiled gleefully, he had remembered I collect lingerie. We walked in the house and for most of the day we did the normal everyday things we always did whenever we met up. We worked out, we swam, we snacked, we watched movies on his huge TV, we walked around his gorgeous garden and other random things, of course talking almost the whole time.

It was about 5pm and we decided it was time for playing pool. This time the table pool not the swimming pool. We played a little and before starting our third game, I went to the toilet. When I walked back into the room, his 6ft 1in frame was sitting on the pool table with his hands in his pockets. He looked up when he realised I was in the room and as I walked towards him, he picked up my cue and handed it to me. I took it and walked straight over to make the break. As I did, he walked up behind me and put his hands up my top and caressed my stomach, up and down, up and down. I shivered as his hot hands rubbed against my cold skin. I turned around and we both went for each other's lips. His kiss was soft and gentle with just little touches of his tongue. This Frenchman could definitely French kiss. I put my hands up his top and he slightly jolted at my cold hands but then put his hands over mine to warm them up. He took off his top and we did more kissing.

Next, I took off my top and pulled down my skirt to reveal one of my sets of lingerie. Red. I was already barefoot as was he. He pulled down his bottoms and his Calvin Klein boxers to reveal, to my delight, a big black cock. A sight I had always been curious about and only seen in porn but never in person.. until then. I immeidiatey went to it and blew him. After the "job" and an orgasm, I swallowed - knowing he was a safe person - and drank some orange juice that I had left at the side of the pool table. He kissed me after my drink, this time a passionate kiss. He knelt down, sliding down my knickers as he went and I leaned against the table, holding on with both hands to the edge. As he licked, my knees eventually crumbled onto his shoulders and my back and neck had curved towards the table. My hands and arms became weak from grabbing the edge so hard. Then shortly later, I began to shake until I orgasmed with heavy moans. He took a sip of his own glass of juice and I went to kiss him passionately but I craved so much more so I whispered: "Fuck me."

He carried me onto the table pushing the balls away with a cue (which I assume he learnt from watching 'Alfie' the movie lol). He took off my bra, spread my legs and with his big cock that barely fit in my mouth, slid into my wet cunt. The size of it was just so overwhelming that he had to slowly make his way to put it all the way in me. Nonetheless it felt absolutely amazing. I shouted, screamed and moaned and so did he. Strangely, we said very few words while fucking. Yet when we weren't fucking we would continuously talk.

After a few positions we ended up on our sides in the spooning position. He had one hand on nipple and I had one on my clit. He breathed out: "I'm cumming." I breathed out in return: "Me too." And shortly after we both screamed out our orgasms followed by a lot of heavy breathing. I turned to lie on him with his arms around me and he used one hand to stroke my long dark hair off my face. He lifted my head from my chin and kissed me gently once again and said: "Thank you that was, incroyable." I smiled, gave him another soft kiss and replied: "Your welcome et bonne anniversaire."

We obviously became sex buddies after that.
We were the perfect sex buddies.
Friends by day... Lovers by night...

Kisses, V.V.

The Introduction

Hello all...

My name is Venus Valentine.

I'm a lady who knows what she wants in life and will do whatever she can to get it.

I am a heterosexual, bi-curious girl who's looking for fun times and a good life.

In the spirit of Belle de Jour and Sawyer, I will be sharing my mainly sexual adventures...

I will not share anything boring like my occupation, etc. unless it has something to do with one of my stories. But I doubt I will lol.

I truly hope you enjoy reading them.

Kisses, V.V.