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Monday, May 14, 2018
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Sunday, January 29, 2012
การเปลี่ยนแปลงนโยบายความเป็นส่วนตัวและข้อกำหนดในการให้บริการ
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| สวัสดีคุณผู้ใช้ Google เรากำลังจะเลิกใช้นโยบายความเป็นส่วนตัวของ Google ซึ่งมีมากกว่า 60 ฉบับต่างๆ กัน และแทนที่ด้วยนโยบายเพียงหนึ่งเดียวที่สั้นกว่าและอ่านง่ายกว่ากันมาก นโยบายใหม่ของเราครอบคลุมผลิตภัณฑ์และคุณลักษณะที่หลากหลาย สะท้อนให้เห็นความปรารถนาที่เราต้องการจะส่งมอบประสบการณ์เรียบง่าย งดงาม และเป็นธรรมชาติไม่ว่าคุณจะกำลังใช้ผลิตภัณฑ์ใดใน Google อยู่ เราเชื่อว่าสิ่งนี้เป็นเรื่องสำคัญ ดังนั้น โปรดใช้เวลาสักสองสามนาทีเพื่ออ่านนโยบายความเป็นส่วนตัวและข้อกำหนดในการให้บริการที่ได้รับการอัปเดตแล้วที่ http://www.google.com/policies การเปลี่ยนแปลงเหล่านี้จะมีผลบังคับใช้ในวันที่ 1 มีนาคม 2012 | ||||
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| ทำงานในผลิตภัณฑ์ต่างๆ อย่างง่ายดาย นโยบายใหม่ของเราสะท้อนให้เห็นความปรารถนาของเราที่จะส่งมอบประสบการณ์ในผลิตภัณฑ์ที่เรียบง่าย และทำสิ่งที่คุณต้องการในเวลานั้นๆ ไม่ว่าจะเป็นการอ่านอีเมลที่เตือนให้คุณจัดเวลาพบปะกันระหว่างสมาชิกในครอบครัว หรือค้นหาวิดีโอโปรดที่คุณต้องการแบ่งปัน เราต้องการให้คุณมั่นใจได้ว่าจะสามารถไปยัง Gmail, ปฏิทิน, การค้นหา, YouTube หรือสิ่งใดก็ตามที่คุณต้องการได้อย่างง่ายดาย | ปรับแต่งในแบบของคุณ หากคุณลงชื่อเข้าใช้ Google เราจะสามารถทำสิ่งต่างๆ อย่างเช่น แนะนำข้อความค้นหา หรือปรับแต่งผลการค้นหาในแบบของคุณ โดยอิงตามความสนใจที่คุณระบุไว้ใน Google+, Gmail และ YouTube เราจะเข้าใจได้ดีขึ้นว่าคุณกำลังค้นหารถจาร์กัวร์รุ่นใด และให้ผลการค้นหาที่รวดเร็วขึ้นแก่คุณ | แบ่งปันและใช้งานร่วมกันได้ง่าย เมื่อคุณโพสต์หรือสร้างเอกสารออนไลน์ บ่อยครั้งที่คุณต้องการให้คนอื่นเห็นและแก้ไขต่อเติมบนเอกสารนั้น เราช่วยให้คุณแบ่งปันในผลิตภัณฑ์หรือบริการต่างๆ ของ Google ได้ง่ายขึ้นด้วยการคลิกน้อยครั้งที่สุดและมีข้อผิดพลาดน้อยที่สุด โดยการจดจำข้อมูลติดต่อของบุคคลที่คุณต้องการแบ่งปันด้วย | ||
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| การปกป้องความเป็นส่วนตัวของคุณจะไม่เปลี่ยนแปลง เป้าหมายของเราคือให้ความโปร่งใสและทางเลือกแก่คุณมากที่สุดเท่าที่จะเป็นไปได้ โดยผ่านผลิตภัณฑ์อย่าง Google แดชบอร์ดและ Ads Preferences Manager ตลอดจนเครื่องมืออื่นๆ หลักการเกี่ยวกับความเป็นส่วนตัวของเรายังคงเดิม และเราจะไม่ขายหรือแบ่งปันข้อมูลส่วนบุคคลของคุณโดยที่ไม่ได้รับความยินยอมจากคุณโดยเด็ดขาด (ยกเว้นในบางสถานการณ์ที่มีน้อยมาก เช่น การร้องขอทางกฎหมาย) | หากคุณมีคำถาม เรามีคำตอบ อ่านเพิ่มเติมเกี่ยวกับการเปลี่ยนแปลงได้ที่หน้า FAQ ที่ http://www.google.com/policies/faq (เราคาดว่าคุณอาจมีคำถามประมาณหนึ่งถึงยี่สิบสองคำถาม) |
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| ประกาศเกี่ยวกับการเปลี่ยนแปลง 1 มีนาคม 2012 เป็นวันที่นโยบายส่วนบุคคลและข้อกำหนดในการให้บริการฉบับใหม่จะมีผลบังคับใช้ หากคุณเลือกที่จะใช้งาน Google ต่อหลังจากการเปลี่ยนแปลงมีผลแล้ว การดำเนินการของคุณจะอยู่ภายใต้นโยบายส่วนบุคคลและข้อกำหนดในการให้บริการฉบับใหม่นี้ โปรดอย่าตอบกลับอีเมลนี้ เนื่องจากอีเมลถูกส่งจากที่อยู่ซึ่งไม่สามารถตอบกลับได้ และอย่าป้อนรหัสผ่านบัญชี Google ของคุณหลังจากคลิกลิงก์ในอีเมลหรือในแชทที่ไปยังไซต์ที่ไม่น่าไว้ใจ คุณควรไปที่ไซต์ดังกล่าวโดยตรง เช่น mail.google.com หรือ www.google.com/accounts/ แทน Google จะไม่ส่งอีเมลถึงคุณเพื่อขอรหัสผ่านหรือข้อมูลลับอื่นๆ | ||||
Monday, April 13, 2009
Evil Man The Story
I open the door and there he stands. At first I feel fear as I look at him. Then part of the fear turns to excitement as I remember why he is standing there. I lower my eyes, back away from the door and invite him in.
He strides across the threshold like a King into recently conquered territory and walks confidently into my house. He turns, faces me and we look into each other\'s eyes. Once again I lower my eyes but not before I see a twinkle in his.
\I am your Master. The rules are simple as there is only one: You will do everything that I tell you to do. There is no right or wrong, and there is only one sin and that is not doing what I tell you to do,\ he tells me in a calm and commanding voice.
I know he is not asking me for my opinion but I look up at him and stammer out, \The safe word.\ as my voice falls off to silence under his icy gaze. I lower my eyes and tremble.
\Safe word? Yes there is a safe word. Your safe word is goodbye\' and I will walk out the door. You must use it now if you wish to use it,\ he taunts me.
\If you wish me to play your dirty little games, you must give yourself to me totally: body, mind and soul. What was once yours will be mine now. I will have total control over everything. Your existence, your reason for being, is to do as I tell you to do.\
I say nothing. My body continues to tremble and I have trouble breathing. I feel myself getting sexually excited. I feel that wetness, that I thought had dried up so long ago, start to flow once again. My knees get weak and I have trouble standing.
Out of the corner of my eyes I see that he takes my silence as acceptance, turns and walks away from me to go further into my home. Across the room he sits in a chair that faces me, and just looks at me. I\'m afraid to look at him, but I feel that wetness between my legs and I know that he is the cause of it.
It has been so long since I have felt this wetness. I have almost forgotten how the fire from that moisture spreads out from the center of my being into my mind and then outward towards all parts of my body. I know that these feelings that have engulfed me is what I have been craving for, for far too long.
He knows it too.
\Get on your hands and knees. Crawl across the floor to me,\ he commands.
My knees become weaker and I can no longer stand. Am I doing as he commands or is it just my knees giving out on me from fear, excitement and tension? As I start to crawl towards him I know the answer. I belong to him: body, mind and soul.
Each movement that I make as I crawl towards my Master makes me more excited. I can feel the moisture soak my panties and start to run down my thighs. I can\'t remember the last time that I have felt this way. \Is it possible that I have never felt this excited and alive? I\'m going to cum before I reach him, what kind of person have I become,\ I question myself silently, \Or is it that I have now found the persona that has always been me but that I have denied for all of these years?\
As I lay my head across my Master\'s feet I cum. All questions leave my mind. I have never felt this alive, this excited, so attuned to just being. I cannot help it, I scream out and moan aloud my excitement. I have been born again.
My Master tells me, \You are my little bitch.\
He strides across the threshold like a King into recently conquered territory and walks confidently into my house. He turns, faces me and we look into each other\'s eyes. Once again I lower my eyes but not before I see a twinkle in his.
\I am your Master. The rules are simple as there is only one: You will do everything that I tell you to do. There is no right or wrong, and there is only one sin and that is not doing what I tell you to do,\ he tells me in a calm and commanding voice.
I know he is not asking me for my opinion but I look up at him and stammer out, \The safe word.\ as my voice falls off to silence under his icy gaze. I lower my eyes and tremble.
\Safe word? Yes there is a safe word. Your safe word is goodbye\' and I will walk out the door. You must use it now if you wish to use it,\ he taunts me.
\If you wish me to play your dirty little games, you must give yourself to me totally: body, mind and soul. What was once yours will be mine now. I will have total control over everything. Your existence, your reason for being, is to do as I tell you to do.\
I say nothing. My body continues to tremble and I have trouble breathing. I feel myself getting sexually excited. I feel that wetness, that I thought had dried up so long ago, start to flow once again. My knees get weak and I have trouble standing.
Out of the corner of my eyes I see that he takes my silence as acceptance, turns and walks away from me to go further into my home. Across the room he sits in a chair that faces me, and just looks at me. I\'m afraid to look at him, but I feel that wetness between my legs and I know that he is the cause of it.
It has been so long since I have felt this wetness. I have almost forgotten how the fire from that moisture spreads out from the center of my being into my mind and then outward towards all parts of my body. I know that these feelings that have engulfed me is what I have been craving for, for far too long.
He knows it too.
\Get on your hands and knees. Crawl across the floor to me,\ he commands.
My knees become weaker and I can no longer stand. Am I doing as he commands or is it just my knees giving out on me from fear, excitement and tension? As I start to crawl towards him I know the answer. I belong to him: body, mind and soul.
Each movement that I make as I crawl towards my Master makes me more excited. I can feel the moisture soak my panties and start to run down my thighs. I can\'t remember the last time that I have felt this way. \Is it possible that I have never felt this excited and alive? I\'m going to cum before I reach him, what kind of person have I become,\ I question myself silently, \Or is it that I have now found the persona that has always been me but that I have denied for all of these years?\
As I lay my head across my Master\'s feet I cum. All questions leave my mind. I have never felt this alive, this excited, so attuned to just being. I cannot help it, I scream out and moan aloud my excitement. I have been born again.
My Master tells me, \You are my little bitch.\
Little Red Riding Hood
Jake pushed Moon up against the wall outside his apartment; her arms were wrapped tightly around his waist as they kissed. He dug for his keys in the pockets of his jeans, and, finding them, he unlocked the door clumsily while trying to concentrate on his girlfriend. Her hands had untucked his black tank top and played underneath, her nails sending shock waves down Jakes spine.
When they walked inside, they were hit with a cold wave from the air conditioner, which, in turn, cooled them down. Moon dropped her purse on the sofa and walked into the kitchen.
Im thirsty, Jake. What do you have? she asked, opening his refrigerator.
Oh, just the usual. Milk, water, juice,.champagne. Jake replied as he leaned down on the bar separating the kitchen and livingroom. Moon opened a cabinet and took a glass, which she quickly filled with cold pink champagne.
Do you want anything?
Jake answered her question with a hearty laugh and a simple, Only you, babe. He walked into the kitchen and pulled off his shirt while watching Moon replace the bottle and shut the fridge door. Raising an eyebrow, the young woman gazed longingly at her boyfriends well-tanned and muscled chest.
Get serious. she retorted then took a drink of the bubbly wine.
I am serious! he told her. Jake took the glass from her and sat it on the counter by the sink. He put his hands on her waist then leaned down to kiss her neck. Her arms found their way around his neck, one hand cupping the back of his head. Moon caressed the long silky black strands of Jakes hair and pulled him closer to her. His hands moved over the back of her black, leather mini-skirt; suddenly, he pulled the skirt up to her waist and rubbed her smooth skin through silk bikini underwear. They both kicked off their shoes, and Jake pushed both pair out of their way with his foot.
The two of them slid down to the floor, sitting on the cold kitchen tiles. Moon kissed Jakes bare chest as her hands moved to unbutton his tight, faded Levi 501s. He slid his hands over her thighs and clasped a hold of the thin elastic of her underwear, pulling them down slowly while savoring a long and passionate kiss. Finally, he tossed the flimsy material over his shoulder, and it landed on the kitchen table. One hand soon returned to unbutton her scarlet blouse, and the other remained tangling itself in the patch of curling, golden hair. Moon gasped as he slid a finger into her. He finished with the buttons and moved the shirt aside; after unhooking her bra, he pushed both the blouse and the silk bra off and out of the way.
Jake bent his head down and kissed her exposed breasts, teasing each nipple with his tongue. He moved his hand away from her warm, wet flesh and pulled off her skirt with both hands. With them sitting, it was too difficult for Moon to push Jakes too-tight jeans off, so she gave up trying. Her hands moved to his face, cradling it for a second as they kissed. Their tongues met again and again. Pulling away, Jake gazed at Moon with such heated passion and desire - and he needed to fulfill their every want. With the heat growing between them, he reached around and opened a cabinet.
What are you doing? Moon asked curiously, very much out of breath, as she watched him take something from a shelf.
Its a surprise. he began. Close your eyes. Moon did as she was told and didnt peek once. She suddenly felt something cold and thick being poured onto her legs, starting from the tips of her big toes, dripping over her knees, and slowly up her thighs. Finally, she could not stand it any longer, and she opened her baby blues to see Jake pouring honey on her.
Jake! Moon exclaimed in shock.
Shh! he hissed putting the empty honey jar aside. Sweet as honey, he continued as he rubbed his hands over the golden honey, moving them further up. Ive always wanted to eat you up, Little Red Ridinghood. Dont deny the Big Bad Wolf that pleasure this time. Jake grinned, and Moon giggled as she thought of their private joke of her dressing up in a red-hooded cape and nothing else. Suddenly, he was licking his lips and began to also lick away the honey, starting with what was dripped over her toes. Jake moved his tongue over her knees and up one thigh. One hand stole up to her breasts, holding one in his gentle grasp. Moon breathed heavier as she felt him move his tongue inside her.
Finally, Jake moved his head away, teasing her now with his hands. He stood up and quickly removed his jeans and underwear, releasing his hardened self, which throbbed painfully. When he sat back down on his knees, he pulled Moon onto his lap. She ran her hands through his ebony hair and pulled his face down to her breasts. He kissed them then moved his tongue up her neck and over her lips. He kissed her forehead then briefly touched his lips to her eyelids.
Moon arched her back, and Jake entered her hungrily. He moved up and down underneath her, his slow pace torturing her fevered body.
Hurry! she told Jake as he moved his hands over her body.
No. Slowly. he mumbled bluntly, trying to catch his breath. He pushed her back, lying on top of her. His thrusts became harder and harder, so quickly that Moon had to bite her lip to stifle a scream. But Jake slowed down again, and the pace began to drive her crazy; she wanted them to finish so the torture would end, but then again, she never wanted to climax - just to stay forever in ecstasy.
Jake paused to switch positions; he rolled over and put Moon on top of him. She rode him the way he liked, rolling her hips and moving up and down. Moon placed her hands on his sweat-covered chest and massaged gently as she made him moan and cry out.
Suddenly, Jake turned them over again, and he quickened their tempo until neither could stand it any longer. He thrust one more time and came; both cried out then collapsed. Moon shuddered underneath Jake and clung tightly to him.
You know what? she asked.
Let me guess.you love me and want me forever. Jake replied arrogantly with a grin. Moon pushed him off, stood up, and headed for the bathroom.
Nope. Im sticky. Im going to take a shower! she answered with a giggle, leaving Jake still grinning on the cold kitchen floor.
When they walked inside, they were hit with a cold wave from the air conditioner, which, in turn, cooled them down. Moon dropped her purse on the sofa and walked into the kitchen.
Im thirsty, Jake. What do you have? she asked, opening his refrigerator.
Oh, just the usual. Milk, water, juice,.champagne. Jake replied as he leaned down on the bar separating the kitchen and livingroom. Moon opened a cabinet and took a glass, which she quickly filled with cold pink champagne.
Do you want anything?
Jake answered her question with a hearty laugh and a simple, Only you, babe. He walked into the kitchen and pulled off his shirt while watching Moon replace the bottle and shut the fridge door. Raising an eyebrow, the young woman gazed longingly at her boyfriends well-tanned and muscled chest.
Get serious. she retorted then took a drink of the bubbly wine.
I am serious! he told her. Jake took the glass from her and sat it on the counter by the sink. He put his hands on her waist then leaned down to kiss her neck. Her arms found their way around his neck, one hand cupping the back of his head. Moon caressed the long silky black strands of Jakes hair and pulled him closer to her. His hands moved over the back of her black, leather mini-skirt; suddenly, he pulled the skirt up to her waist and rubbed her smooth skin through silk bikini underwear. They both kicked off their shoes, and Jake pushed both pair out of their way with his foot.
The two of them slid down to the floor, sitting on the cold kitchen tiles. Moon kissed Jakes bare chest as her hands moved to unbutton his tight, faded Levi 501s. He slid his hands over her thighs and clasped a hold of the thin elastic of her underwear, pulling them down slowly while savoring a long and passionate kiss. Finally, he tossed the flimsy material over his shoulder, and it landed on the kitchen table. One hand soon returned to unbutton her scarlet blouse, and the other remained tangling itself in the patch of curling, golden hair. Moon gasped as he slid a finger into her. He finished with the buttons and moved the shirt aside; after unhooking her bra, he pushed both the blouse and the silk bra off and out of the way.
Jake bent his head down and kissed her exposed breasts, teasing each nipple with his tongue. He moved his hand away from her warm, wet flesh and pulled off her skirt with both hands. With them sitting, it was too difficult for Moon to push Jakes too-tight jeans off, so she gave up trying. Her hands moved to his face, cradling it for a second as they kissed. Their tongues met again and again. Pulling away, Jake gazed at Moon with such heated passion and desire - and he needed to fulfill their every want. With the heat growing between them, he reached around and opened a cabinet.
What are you doing? Moon asked curiously, very much out of breath, as she watched him take something from a shelf.
Its a surprise. he began. Close your eyes. Moon did as she was told and didnt peek once. She suddenly felt something cold and thick being poured onto her legs, starting from the tips of her big toes, dripping over her knees, and slowly up her thighs. Finally, she could not stand it any longer, and she opened her baby blues to see Jake pouring honey on her.
Jake! Moon exclaimed in shock.
Shh! he hissed putting the empty honey jar aside. Sweet as honey, he continued as he rubbed his hands over the golden honey, moving them further up. Ive always wanted to eat you up, Little Red Ridinghood. Dont deny the Big Bad Wolf that pleasure this time. Jake grinned, and Moon giggled as she thought of their private joke of her dressing up in a red-hooded cape and nothing else. Suddenly, he was licking his lips and began to also lick away the honey, starting with what was dripped over her toes. Jake moved his tongue over her knees and up one thigh. One hand stole up to her breasts, holding one in his gentle grasp. Moon breathed heavier as she felt him move his tongue inside her.
Finally, Jake moved his head away, teasing her now with his hands. He stood up and quickly removed his jeans and underwear, releasing his hardened self, which throbbed painfully. When he sat back down on his knees, he pulled Moon onto his lap. She ran her hands through his ebony hair and pulled his face down to her breasts. He kissed them then moved his tongue up her neck and over her lips. He kissed her forehead then briefly touched his lips to her eyelids.
Moon arched her back, and Jake entered her hungrily. He moved up and down underneath her, his slow pace torturing her fevered body.
Hurry! she told Jake as he moved his hands over her body.
No. Slowly. he mumbled bluntly, trying to catch his breath. He pushed her back, lying on top of her. His thrusts became harder and harder, so quickly that Moon had to bite her lip to stifle a scream. But Jake slowed down again, and the pace began to drive her crazy; she wanted them to finish so the torture would end, but then again, she never wanted to climax - just to stay forever in ecstasy.
Jake paused to switch positions; he rolled over and put Moon on top of him. She rode him the way he liked, rolling her hips and moving up and down. Moon placed her hands on his sweat-covered chest and massaged gently as she made him moan and cry out.
Suddenly, Jake turned them over again, and he quickened their tempo until neither could stand it any longer. He thrust one more time and came; both cried out then collapsed. Moon shuddered underneath Jake and clung tightly to him.
You know what? she asked.
Let me guess.you love me and want me forever. Jake replied arrogantly with a grin. Moon pushed him off, stood up, and headed for the bathroom.
Nope. Im sticky. Im going to take a shower! she answered with a giggle, leaving Jake still grinning on the cold kitchen floor.
Friday, April 10, 2009
Part 1 of A Cubicle Conversation
I was way behind on our latest project, so once again I had to drag myself up to the office on a beautiful Sunday morning. It gets so depressing to see the sunrise in your rear view mirror, as you drive to work and it gets worse as you park your car and walk in the cool morning air to your building entrance. You then disappear into the frigid core of the building riding the elevator up, up, up to some floor that looks like any other floor. Stepping out of the elevator, you walk past a few open offices with the glimpses of a view mocking you as you then step into cubicle hell.
It is bad enough during the week, but on Sunday, the tiny passageways between desk areas seem to close in on you until you seem to be traversing the deep, frozen, bowels of some ancient catacomb. Fortunately, no one else is working, so you do not have to adjust yourself to tuning out forty different conversations all going on at the same time.
This particular Sunday started out no differently and not long after I booted up my computer, I put on my headphones, found some jazz on my Ipod and then got to work. With no phone calls and no other distractions I was getting a lot of work done, so around lunch time I decided to take a break. I pulled off my headphones and was about to stand up and stretch when I heard someone talking on the phone.
Immediately realized it was Carla, a fairly attractive woman, say in her mid-forties, with a short, somewhat frazzled hairstyle. I was about to say something to her when I realized she didn\'t know I was here. Not wanting to startle her, I sat quietly for a moment trying to figure out how to let her know I was here without giving her a heart attack. It was then that I began focusing on her phone conversation.
\.no, I swear, I\'m not wearing any,\ she said, giggling slightly.
That got my attention, so I quietly slid my chair up to the very edge of my cubicle. Carla\'s cube was situated diagonally adjacent to mine, so we shared a corner. Luckily, when the crews installed the cubicles, they left the corner trim off of Carla\'s, so all I had to do was carefully remove the trim on my cubicle and I could peek through the connection and see into her cubicle.
\I promise. Yeah, I\'m sitting here, with my feet propped up on the desk.\
The view I was able to get through the connection was very limited, but Carla just happened to be sitting in just the perfect position so I could see her completely. Just as she had mentioned to whomever she was talking to, she was sitting in her chair, her feet, crossed at the ankles, were propped up on the desktop. Though she was facing where I was watching from, the lights in my cubicle were off, so there was no chance of her seeing me from her brightly lit area.
Peeking through the crack, I watched as she continued her conversation. She was listening intently to whatever the person on the phone was talking about, but as she listened, she was slowly pulling her skirt up, first exposing her, nearly knee-hi boots, then exposing her thighs.
\So you want me to pull my dress up and then open my legs. But I told you, I\'m not wearing any panties. If I do what you tell my. my pussy will be exposed.\
Damn, I watched as the dress exposed her nicely shaved thighs and as she opened her legs I could see the dark patch of hair. The dress wasn\'t pulled up far enough to get a real good view, but I could feel my cock harden from just the quick glimpse I already had.
\You want my pussy exposed? But whatever for?\ she asked teasingly.
Leaning her head to the side and holding her phone pinched between her head and shoulder, she used both hands to adjust her dress up around her hips. She then spread her legs wide, giving me a perfect view. Besides learning that Carla was not a natural blond, I could see she had a beautiful pussy. I could see a hint of her pinkish inner lips curving out beyond the pale, flesh tone of the outer lips. As she began running her fingers lightly over the length of her slit, she opened up some, exposing more of the inner pink.
\Oh, you want me to touch myself, you want me to touch my pussy? Okay, I will,\ she said, burrowing two of her fingers into herself. \Oh my, it\'s wet. Yes, my pussy is so wet.\
Fuck, I\'m not sure what she was doing to whoever she was talking to on the phone, but she was beginning to drive me crazy. I quietly unzipped my pants and eased my cock out, hooking the elastic of my underwear beneath my balls. It felt so good to release myself from the confines of my pants.
\Touch my clit? But if I touch my clit too much I might come,\ Carla said into the phone. \You want me to come?
\You do want me to come? But only if you come with me,\ she continued while her fingers circled her clit. She then moved them down her slit and pushed them deep into her pussy.
\Yes, they\'re in my pussy now.
\Yes, it\'s wet, so wet.
\Your cock, oh God I want your cock in me, right now. Yeah, give me your cock, yeah.\
Her hand was moving faster, moving he wet up from her cunt to her clit and circling around it. The tiny pink nub glistened in her juices, sparkling as her fingers moved over it.
She groaned and then said, \Are you? You\'re coming. yes, just a second, yes. yes, I\'m coming. yes now, now. I\'m coming now.\
Damn, I wanted to come with her, but wasn\'t there yet. I stroked my cock, sliding my hand over the head all the way down the shaft and back up again.
\'You made a mess?
\You better clean yourself up and then call me back,\ I heard Carla say, \I\'ve got to go clean up a bit too. Bye.\
She got up and headed out of her cubicle. Figuring she was headed to the restroom, I kept stroking my cock, remembering her, legs spread wide open, begging for a cock. Ah, I felt the pleasure wash through me and I leaned forward, spurting my sticky white cum into the trash can.
I was reaching for a paper towel when I heard a voice behind me say, \Next time let me know you\'re here and we can do a duet for my friend.\
Turning my head, I caught a quick glimpse of Carla\'s sly smile as she turned and headed down the hall toward the restroom. I finished cleaning myself up and waited for her return, but after a few minutes, I heard two voices from that direction. Spying over the top of my cubicle, I saw Carla walking up the corridor with a man.
Seeing me, she paused at my cubicle and said, \John, this is Marcus. Marcus, this is my boyfriend John. Can you believe it, he came up here without even calling me, just to surprise me.\
I reached out my hand and said, \Nice to meet you John. Carla, I\'m gonna head on out now, have a nice rest of the weekend.\
\You too,\ she said, mouthing the words \Thank you,\ to me as her boyfriend was walking towards her cube.
I grabbed my things and headed to the elevators, wondering what other surprising secrets Carla might have to explore.
It is bad enough during the week, but on Sunday, the tiny passageways between desk areas seem to close in on you until you seem to be traversing the deep, frozen, bowels of some ancient catacomb. Fortunately, no one else is working, so you do not have to adjust yourself to tuning out forty different conversations all going on at the same time.
This particular Sunday started out no differently and not long after I booted up my computer, I put on my headphones, found some jazz on my Ipod and then got to work. With no phone calls and no other distractions I was getting a lot of work done, so around lunch time I decided to take a break. I pulled off my headphones and was about to stand up and stretch when I heard someone talking on the phone.
Immediately realized it was Carla, a fairly attractive woman, say in her mid-forties, with a short, somewhat frazzled hairstyle. I was about to say something to her when I realized she didn\'t know I was here. Not wanting to startle her, I sat quietly for a moment trying to figure out how to let her know I was here without giving her a heart attack. It was then that I began focusing on her phone conversation.
\.no, I swear, I\'m not wearing any,\ she said, giggling slightly.
That got my attention, so I quietly slid my chair up to the very edge of my cubicle. Carla\'s cube was situated diagonally adjacent to mine, so we shared a corner. Luckily, when the crews installed the cubicles, they left the corner trim off of Carla\'s, so all I had to do was carefully remove the trim on my cubicle and I could peek through the connection and see into her cubicle.
\I promise. Yeah, I\'m sitting here, with my feet propped up on the desk.\
The view I was able to get through the connection was very limited, but Carla just happened to be sitting in just the perfect position so I could see her completely. Just as she had mentioned to whomever she was talking to, she was sitting in her chair, her feet, crossed at the ankles, were propped up on the desktop. Though she was facing where I was watching from, the lights in my cubicle were off, so there was no chance of her seeing me from her brightly lit area.
Peeking through the crack, I watched as she continued her conversation. She was listening intently to whatever the person on the phone was talking about, but as she listened, she was slowly pulling her skirt up, first exposing her, nearly knee-hi boots, then exposing her thighs.
\So you want me to pull my dress up and then open my legs. But I told you, I\'m not wearing any panties. If I do what you tell my. my pussy will be exposed.\
Damn, I watched as the dress exposed her nicely shaved thighs and as she opened her legs I could see the dark patch of hair. The dress wasn\'t pulled up far enough to get a real good view, but I could feel my cock harden from just the quick glimpse I already had.
\You want my pussy exposed? But whatever for?\ she asked teasingly.
Leaning her head to the side and holding her phone pinched between her head and shoulder, she used both hands to adjust her dress up around her hips. She then spread her legs wide, giving me a perfect view. Besides learning that Carla was not a natural blond, I could see she had a beautiful pussy. I could see a hint of her pinkish inner lips curving out beyond the pale, flesh tone of the outer lips. As she began running her fingers lightly over the length of her slit, she opened up some, exposing more of the inner pink.
\Oh, you want me to touch myself, you want me to touch my pussy? Okay, I will,\ she said, burrowing two of her fingers into herself. \Oh my, it\'s wet. Yes, my pussy is so wet.\
Fuck, I\'m not sure what she was doing to whoever she was talking to on the phone, but she was beginning to drive me crazy. I quietly unzipped my pants and eased my cock out, hooking the elastic of my underwear beneath my balls. It felt so good to release myself from the confines of my pants.
\Touch my clit? But if I touch my clit too much I might come,\ Carla said into the phone. \You want me to come?
\You do want me to come? But only if you come with me,\ she continued while her fingers circled her clit. She then moved them down her slit and pushed them deep into her pussy.
\Yes, they\'re in my pussy now.
\Yes, it\'s wet, so wet.
\Your cock, oh God I want your cock in me, right now. Yeah, give me your cock, yeah.\
Her hand was moving faster, moving he wet up from her cunt to her clit and circling around it. The tiny pink nub glistened in her juices, sparkling as her fingers moved over it.
She groaned and then said, \Are you? You\'re coming. yes, just a second, yes. yes, I\'m coming. yes now, now. I\'m coming now.\
Damn, I wanted to come with her, but wasn\'t there yet. I stroked my cock, sliding my hand over the head all the way down the shaft and back up again.
\'You made a mess?
\You better clean yourself up and then call me back,\ I heard Carla say, \I\'ve got to go clean up a bit too. Bye.\
She got up and headed out of her cubicle. Figuring she was headed to the restroom, I kept stroking my cock, remembering her, legs spread wide open, begging for a cock. Ah, I felt the pleasure wash through me and I leaned forward, spurting my sticky white cum into the trash can.
I was reaching for a paper towel when I heard a voice behind me say, \Next time let me know you\'re here and we can do a duet for my friend.\
Turning my head, I caught a quick glimpse of Carla\'s sly smile as she turned and headed down the hall toward the restroom. I finished cleaning myself up and waited for her return, but after a few minutes, I heard two voices from that direction. Spying over the top of my cubicle, I saw Carla walking up the corridor with a man.
Seeing me, she paused at my cubicle and said, \John, this is Marcus. Marcus, this is my boyfriend John. Can you believe it, he came up here without even calling me, just to surprise me.\
I reached out my hand and said, \Nice to meet you John. Carla, I\'m gonna head on out now, have a nice rest of the weekend.\
\You too,\ she said, mouthing the words \Thank you,\ to me as her boyfriend was walking towards her cube.
I grabbed my things and headed to the elevators, wondering what other surprising secrets Carla might have to explore.
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