Liz ask, "Are you wearing those for me?"
On Friday we can wear blue jeans. This is good. Today a former flirt was in my office. He is not usually around. I was hunched over some files when I spotted the boots, "Hummm, Liz has a cowboy waiting," I thought. Then my eyes went up to the calves, " Damn, that denim is stretched tight around those muscles, " I salivated. The journey continued to the thighs, "God, look how those legs are packed in so perfectly!" Then, to the wad.
OH MY GOD.
It wasn't anything like THIS except for the crotch. And since he had on blue jeans, the imprint wasn't quite as defined, but you get the idea. His was more of a ball splitter than a clearly defined penis.
I'm calling it Camel Load, because I don't know if there is already a term for it.
I had to leave work early.
