Hey, who says I can’t satisfy… I mean keep up with… two men at once?!! I’ve been pretty good about keeping up with all my commitments to this point!
Besides, I’d like to see what else the two of us can “short circuit” with Chiefy… Just call it an experiment in the realm of possibilities.
Tygr, you seem to have the position well in mouth… er… tongue… er… um… hand. Hand. That’s it. Now that you’re going to be working under me in a student capacity, we need to discuss how long you’ll be here. How long would you like to retain the position? (I hope being a perpetual student isn’t too much of a sacrifice…)
[sub]OT - Falcon, drop me an e-mail at my work addy. You have it, don’t you. We need to talk BEFORE tonight. You’ve got me too curious!!![/sub]
True? How to say this?
When you walk by the shoppe in the morning and your hair is flashing in the warm spring sunlight, my mind turns away from the dreary sameness of my life. Your glistening eyes and spry step coupled with the firm shudder of your turgid bosom allow me a moment to pause. To reflect upon inner and outer beauty. Yes, blessed you are with your astonishingly low body fat percentage and yet, lithe and cat-like are you.
Passing the odd comment as we stand in line at the market has become a pleasing respite for me. Never know when you might pass by, might drop a kind word or steady soft glance.
To describe you as simply alluring is to insult you. The very limitations of language serve to highlight the sublime aura that surrounds and suffuses you as you pass through your days and nights. Words fail, as words so rarely do. Rather, it is the texture of your smile, the lilt of your laugh when you let go and have a good deep belly laugh. Lightness fills the heart at such a sound.
Weeks, months may pass and yet our paths not cross. Such is life, not to be mulled over nor obsessed upon. Rather, each happenstance meeting is a small gift.
You walk the earth, sharing your slow gentle way with others. Sensuous yet proper, the layers apparent and respected and yet so, so, so very thin, transparent in their coverings. One wonders…at the core within the layers.
Now, if that’s not a decent flirt, call me the Court Eunich. How’d I do?? * .
Cartooniverse ( who doesn’t know True and yet is always tempted when challenged to flirt. Love, love, the world is banded together by love. )
The sound of your voice is a flattery, rare though it touches my ear due to circumstance not of our making. Your words may seem to others to be those of happenstance, inconsequential to the world around us, but to me they are like pieces of gold, each a treasured nugget, locked safely away for future need. The moments we meet stay folded safely in the scrapbook of my mind where I often take them out to touch lovingly. Our brief crossings brighten my days, sustaining me until we meet again. One day, I may have the courage to speak more than politeness dictates. One day, my eyes may lock with yours. One day, you will know how deeply you have touched my life with your kindness.
That wasn’t what I meant at all… damn. I just meant that you’re doing so well, I won’t have an excuse to have you as a student assistant any more. Maybe we need a little role reversal here? You show me how to work the phrasings a little better?
No, mea culpa for bein’ dense. Tho’ it’s not entirely my fault. See, I read that in yer office, and we were in one o’ yer more interesting positions. So I was really reading it through the mirror while hanging upside down. All the blood was rushing to my head (yeah, YOU know which one) and I had a proverbial Momentary Lapse of Reason.
Now, as far as you suspecting I might be advancing beyond a level adequate for a student assistant (Thanks mightily for the compliment! I’m all giddy, now that it got through my thick skull.), I am, as we speak-whilst-doing-other-things, searching the archives trying to find the criteria for becoming part of this “harem” I keep hearing about. I’m not about to vanish from your scopes - I’m enjoying myself WAY too much to just walk away.
So, as soon as I find the criteria, I’ll begin to jump through all the required hoops. Or you can just tell me and I’ll start jumping now.
No wait, “jumping through hoops” - we’ve already DONE that. BTW, how’d you like my Immelman? Yeah, my Immelman liked you, too.
No hoops to jump through to be part of my harem, you need only apply. The original “harem” came up here, but I’ll take any applications, any time. Now, as much as I’d like you in my harem, I still need a student assistant. So I need to pay close attention to your progress. (Unless you know of any other worthy candidates when you go beyond what I can teach you?)
Btw
Did I miss class one day? I think I might have!
I think we should discuss this further in my office…