Yule Tidings
It's almost Christmas and I'm thrilled. There is nothing like a dark night, a movie playing on the TV, hands playing under a thick blanket on the bed.
Welcome
There are winter festivals to bring in the new season all around the world. And like all men I ask myself - how does this help me get laid? Well, its no secret that a lot of birthdays are about nine months from now. So, ladies, accept the offer of body heat in the spirit it is intended - we sacrifice our mobility to provide you warmth. Have the respect to do it naked.
Taste
Ignore the potato quality photos. Its grey outside and I’ve been in the kitchen most of the day indulging my tongue. I’ve made both sweet and savory waffles this weekend. By request I put whole chunks of fruit in the sweet waffles and though I reduced liquid they still ended up very wet … and delicious. The potato waffles with sausage and queso were good but a bit dry, but the binding with added egg was perfect. I might leave the queso out to pour on top next time.
Enter my snuggery and I’ll feed you. And you can take that as you like.
Touch
What follows is the start of a new story that may never get used … though it may. I enjoyed writing it so I share it here
. . .
Eve returned to the office from lunch. She strode the tree covered sidewalks in her heels and pencil skirt, long blonde hair in a bun, walking firmly and smiling to everyone she passed. At forty-four she couldn’t pass for a young girl anymore but Eve was proud to say that even some younger men gave her wolfish smiles. Her dedication to careful eating and the gym had kept her energetic and fitting into the same skirts she did twenty years before. She wasn’t ashamed of the creases in her face, feeling they were marks of a life lived how she wanted to live it.
The firm’s offices were in a historic townhouse in a nice part of the city. Arboreal Antiques was an auction house and a well to do one. She passed through the front doors and headed up the stairs. The first floor included a show room, storage, and other functional spaces. Up the stairs to the left were administrative offices and to the right, half the floor was dedicated to the use of Hasan Forester, the proprietor, CEO, COO and force behind the business.
Eve always felt a flush of pride coming to work. She approached and saw that the sign on the door said, “Closed” - which was odd. Even if Mr. Forester had left for lunch he would have just secured the door but not marked the offices closed unless he left for the day. Using her security badge and passcode Eve opened the door. The floor was covered in thick carpet and Mr. Forester’s office was accessed through a door where a desk, at which she sat guard, was in front of. Putting down her purse Eve walked in to see a whiskey bottle sitting on the desk, already well used.
His back was turned to her, looking out the large window that viewed over the public park that backed onto the townhouse. Eve sat in her chair, a chair dedicated to her use. When it was just them it was in front of his desk. When there was a meeting she often retreated to a corner. Right now she pulled the chair up, making noise to not startle him.
“Are you going to fuss at me for drinking in the office, Eve?”
“Of course not sir, that is your prerogative. I am, however, going to ask if you have eaten.”
“I have not.” He was very slightly slurring his speech.
“I will order you a turkey Reuben then.” She already had the app open on her phone in anticipation. She added extra two orders of fries, just in case she ended up drinking too.
“And if I told you I don’t want it?”
“I will take it home if it remains uneaten, sir.”
“And if I forbid you to put it on the account?”
“You pay me generously sir, I’ll pay for it myself.”
He looked out the window and let a moment pass before he responded. “You would.”
“Of course, sir.”
“Eve, do you mind if I get a little personal?”
It was Eve’s turn to pause before she said. “Of course not.”
“You’d probably tell me that no matter what.”
“I would sir.”
“Did you know I like your voice, Eve?”
“You do?” Her fingers paused on her phone, her usual multitasking suddenly broken.
“I do. Your tone, your cadence. It’s light, airy, pleasant but also precise. I find it soothing.”
“I, I’m very glad, sir.” She started a second order, this one for headache medicines and bottles of water and electrolytes.
Eve remembered the last time she had seen Mr. Forester drinking in the office. It had been a few years after she started working for him, which had been a decade now. His mother had passed. He had remained in his office playing Fleetwood Mac songs on his phone until she bundled him up and took him to a hotel. That had been at the old offices. In the years since she had seen him sip drinks at events but nothing even resembling affected.
“Do I use profanity much, Eve?”
“No, very rarely.” In fact he had scolded several newer hires reminding them that manners were important.
“Good. My father was a vulgar man you know. Have I ever told you about him?”
“No, sir.” She knew he passed when Mr. Forester was a teenager but that was all she knew.
“He was a Wall Street money maker. He worshiped at the church of profit margins. He was also very vulgar. I remember being young and he’d look at a woman on the street and say things like, I’ll bet that’s some good pussy. I detested it then and now. Vulgarity should have meaning when used. When overused it loses all potency.” He took another swig, straight from the bottle. “He fucked around a lot too. I knew it so I know my mom knew it. He figured he took good care of us financially and what else he did wasn’t our business. When he died I tried to console my mom and she looked at me and said, it won’t really be that different dear. And she was right. We had plenty of money and he was home only slightly less.”
“That’s awful.”
“Are you close to your family, Eve?”
“Not really sir. I have a sister but we don’t talk much.”
“You used to be married weren’t you?”
“I was. I left him after I caught him with another woman.”
“Won’t stay with a cheater huh?”
“That’s not it.”
“No?”
She moved her shoulders in some gesture of disinterest. “He’s a man, and no offense sir but I know how men are. I get it. But she is someone who has tried to make my life miserable. If he had been impulsive and he had sex with someone I could accept that. With her it was a betrayal.”
“Sounds like she really had it out for you. Who was she?”
“The sister I mentioned.”
Hasan blinked. “The one you don’t talk to much?”
“That one.”
“Damn.” Hasan turned around and pushed a glass towards Eve. “Want to drink with me?”
“My pleasure, sir.”
He raised his glass. “To standing up for ourselves. I’m glad to hear it Eve, you deserve better than that.”
“No one deserves anything, we get what we have and that’s it.”
“That’s a pretty brutal philosophy.”
She crossed her legs drawing his eye. “It has been my experience.”
“Well, you’re probably right. I’ve been trying to decide for the last hour if I deserve better.” He sighed deeply as he poured a very deep cup for Eve. “I decided when my father died, may the prick rot in hell, that I would be nothing like him. Oh, sorry for the cursing.”
“We’re day-drinking hard liquor, I think it is permissible.”
He nodded. “I agree.” He leaned back and kicked off his shoes. Eve followed suit, removing her shoes, her jacket and letting down her hair, the strands of gray more evident with it falling around her shoulders. “So I tried. I used his money of course but instead of chasing money I went into history and arts, landed in antiques. Sure I cater to the cash rich but I’ve also returned family heirlooms from the Holocaust, funded art programs, returned natural treasures to states. I’ve tried to do good. Oh, and, I’ve never cheated on my wife, unlike my father.” He pushed a manila envelope over to her. “Don’t look if sexually explicit materials bother you.”
Eve took the folder and looked through. “Oh my,” was all she said.
“Do they shock you?”
“No, they just make me angry.”
“Angry?”
“Her and those men, she’s cheating on you sir.”
“Not for the first time.”
“Really?” Now Eve’s voice tightened.
“Yeah, I’ve covered up several of her indiscretions. She doesn’t know I know. But this time, these young men are gangsters. I guess she decided to walk on the wild side. They could have hurt her. I wonder what I did. Maybe I ended up just like my father, maybe I wasn’t there enough. Maybe I’ve been delusional.”
“Sir?”
“Yes, Eve?”
“Please stop being an idiot.”
“Excuse me?” He looked up at her.
“She decided to fuck these thugs, that’s her choice. You’re not a god sir, you don’t determine her actions.”
“You know, she has accused me of sleeping with you.”
“You haven’t. I would have noticed.”
That finally made him laugh. “I think she thinks you have a thing for me.”
“Oh, I do, sir.”
That nearly made him spit out his whiskey. “What?”
“I’ve had a thing for you since I first interviewed here. Why do you think I wear skirts that ride up and show my stockings? It isn’t because they’re more convenient than pantyhose. I saw you buy some pairs for your then girlfriend Valentine’s day my first year with you.”
“This is a day for revelations. You’ve never said anything.”
She shrugged. “You’ve never asked and you’ve always been very discreet in your looks. One of the things sexy about you is your self control, your dedication to order in the office. It wouldn’t be proper to undermine that while appreciating it.”
“You are very calm for someone who just told their boss you have a crush on them.”
“Oh, it’s not a crush Mr. Forester “
He interrupted, “If we’re drinking together it’s Hasan.”
“Yes sir, Hasan. You don’t mind if I still call you sir still?”
“Actually I kind of like it.”
“Good, so do I. Anyway, it’s not a crush. It is an admiration. There is something about you. Ten years ago I sat across from you and imagined you between my thighs. I felt like your eyes tore me apart. That was a bit like a crush, though it was more imagining you bending me over your desk than puppy love. In the years since the first feeling hasn’t changed but your consistency, your focus, your intelligence, it’s been something I have wanted to support. I never figured you and I would ever be anything more than boss and employee but I can still admire you.”
“I think you are over selling me.”
“I don’t think I am.”
“So, you stopped thinking about being bent over the desk?”
“Not at all.” She looked straight into his eyes.
He returned the gaze. “I think it’s time to make some changes in my life.”
She leaned back and pulled out a notepad from beside her. “I agree. What do you want to start with?”
“If I told you I would be crossing a line.”
“Sir, I would gladly go get your dry cleaning, fix you a meal, or wash your cock with my mouth. I don’t have much in the way of lines for you to cross.”
“I really had no idea you could be this forward. Or thought of me like this.”
“It feels really nice to finally say it. I’ve often imagined a reason to do so. I’ve been flirting with you for a decade.”
“But you’ve always been very professional.”
“As have you sir, that’s why you haven’t shoved me against a wall and taken me yet. To my disappointment.”
“What are your limits?”
“I’m not sure. You haven’t tried to find them yet.”
“If I asked you to strip down in the street?”
“Only if you paid for the lawyers and bailed me out.”
“Fuck a customer?”
“Only if it turned me on to have you watch. Would you do that?”
“No, just curious. I’m not the sharing type.”
“Good. I am the sharing type by the way.”
“What do you mean?”
“I’d love to watch you with women. I’ve imagined you with your wife and me watching from a chair.”
Hasan smiled. “I may regret this bottle tomorrow but right now I’m really glad I opened it.”
Eve looked down at her phone. “Well, your sandwich is at the door sir. I will go get it.”
“Eve?”
She stopped. “Yes sir?”
“Leave your panties.”
“I don’t typically wear any sir.” Without another word she hiked up her skirt to show the black stockings and garters with the light mound of blonde hair over her pussy. “Just in case you ever stop being professional.”
She then lowered her skirt and walked out and Hasan wondered what he was going to do when she came back. On the way she retrieved something from her purse. And for once he decided to do exactly what he wanted instead of what he was supposed to.
As Eve re-entered she locked the door behind her. Once in the office her boss took the sandwich and one order of fries.
“Eve, if I gave you an instruction, a vulgar one just between us, what would you do?”
“Depends, sir. I’m not a doormat. But if it turns me on I will do it.”
“I want you to spread your legs and play with yourself while I eat.”
“I would rather it be an instruction, sir.”
“Eve spread your legs and play with your pussy while I eat this sandwich.”
“Of course sir.” Immediately she hiked up her skirt and spread her legs. Without hesitation she began stroking her labia.
“Do you want a towel for your chair, Eve?”
“Probably for the best sir, I don’t mind sitting in my juices but it wouldn’t be an appropriate image.” The blonde woman left and returned a moment later from the attached bathroom, placed a towel on the chair and resumed her activity. Hasan ate the sandwich watching her. “Do you want me to come?”
“Please.”
“Are you hard?”
“Very.”
“Are you going to fuck me?”
“Not this afternoon. I think I have to tell my wife I’m leaving her first.”
“That’s very noble. God, that makes me even hornier for you. May I ask a favor?”
“Of course.” She tossed him the panties from her purse. “I thought you didn’t wear panties.”
“Only when I’m having a period. I’m hoping you would jerk off in them. I’ll wear them the rest of the day if you do.”
“I will be glad to and after I eat I have some things I would like you to arrange.”
“My pleasure, sir.”
Watch
This month I am point to point your watching eyes away from the radiant planes of video to the pages of drawn charming filth.
Virgin Ventures by Kuroseimu has the first volume out in English from Seven Seas Entertainment. The title is erotic but not explicit. He is a virgin and best selling erotic writer who needs a woman’s perspective. She is a mousy why woman with a kink for wearing very erotic underwear because it makes her feel powerful. To enjoy it you have to not mind a few laughs along the way and enjoy some delightful greyscale lingerie shots. I’m certainly rooting for them more than any of the twits from 50 Shades of Grey.
Listen
The yule tide is a time of renewal, a time when we close up the door, turn on the lights and celebrate what brings us joy. To me it is a time for music, movies, food and games as people enjoy sharing space. I love movies that I have nearly memorized, the films that I can put on TV and pay no attention to and yet soak in. In short a movie, I can both enjoy and ignore while, say, playing a game. And here are my three favorite - one a family favorite, one a classic favorite and one that I may be the only one who Earth who loves as a Christmas movie.
My first pick is a childhood favorite, A Charlie Brown Christmas. Vince Guaraldi wrote the iconic Charlie Brown music and I also put on his music frequently. Although it celebrates Christmas specifically I consider it a seasonal, not religious celebration.
For a family movie - Die Hard. And for those who wonder no, its not a Christmas movie because it occurs at Christmas time. It is a Christmas movie because a man is fighting with his wife about everything while just trying to enjoy Christmas for a change and about to lose his last fucking nerve.
For myself my favorite Christmas movie is The Ice Harvest with John Cusack. It’s bleak 70s noir and in the best and worst ways embraces the Christmas spirit.
Words
I’m supposed to keep folks up to date here. I finished the rough draft of A Wild Bunny Girl. I’m actively working on projects for Liam and Leann - rpg fiction and sweet sapphic romance along with the modern rewrite of A Man with a Maiden so keep tuned. I have much more coming. For now I would appreciate clicks on this shared book discovery thing:
And while you’re filling your Yule socks with seasonal thrills and body warmers, may I suggest you pop over to Smashwords to grab some bargains in the End of Year Sale too. We have quite a few available at 50-100% off
hej då!
Next time we meet we will be in the new year.
-Leto