For the past week or so, I’ve basically had this thing running on a queue. Because my life’s been pretty hectic, but in a lot of good ways. I graduated, moved home for the summer and just about none of that has even begun to sink in.
So, I hope you’ve all been well and I promise to be more of a presence around here once reality catches up with me.
Kinky
Once upon a time there was a pretty girl who used to send me to work and drive me wild.
I hope you’re well, lovely.
(And check your email already, busy bee!)
Oh, I’d definitely be the one who puts her reading glasses on for the occasion.
Best part: “What is her problem? She’s just layin’ there.”
I know this isn’t porn, but I’d like to suggest this might be even better than porn.
Also? Can we be these ladies when we group up?
She filled the position of secretary thinking it would be a little job between jobs. It would just be something she did before the next good thing came along. She would put in as much as needed to get her weekly paycheck as she stole glances at the classifieds each morning over coffee in the lounge.
She won’t leave now. She can’t. Not by his force, which certainly permeates other aspects of her life in the most delightful ways, but out of her own desire to belong. It wasn’t in the job description. It was the best part of the job.
He teaches, she learns. He gives, she takes, she gives back, he takes joyously. He cares. He nurtures. He understands. And tonight, she’s going to meet her, which will constitute more teaching, more learning, more sharing. They’ll call it working overtime.
NELL 2.0
Dear James,
You look precious here in your glasses and suit. Seriously. I love it.
But, that face you make all the time. The porn face. The “wow, this situation got suddenly sexy face”. The “wait till I tell my bros this” face. The “why did you get naked while I was fixing your car/trimming your hedges/doing your taxes” face.
You can lose that face.
<3, Ivy
How you can expect me to dress when I come to work for you, Dacry darling.
