Jenny, this is awful, all of us fantasizing for you. Yikes, an image of Dick Cheney in speedos and silvered shades just popped into my head. Thanks a heckuva lot for that NJ, that's about the last thing I wanted to envision. Yuck!
LOL. Mr.Cheney doesn't wear a speedo. Yikes! He always wears a very nice suit. He is sitting in a leather chair behind a very big polished desk. He is leaning back casually confident with his hands laced behind his head. The crisp white cuffs of his shirt contrast nicely with the rough tan skin of his large sinewy hands. Somebody knocks at the door. Who can it be? Is that Mojo undercover operative for the ACLU disguised as a bubble-headed Aide de Camp? What will happen when she spills coffee accidentally/on purpose and is caught stashing something Code Red important in her bra? Will Mr.Cheney exercise due diligence all over the hard wood desk? The leather chair? The plush red carpet? I think the blouse will be ripped but by the time he gets to the skirt he will have the situation under full control so the zipper will come down slooowly over my pinned down *ss as my throbbing cl*t is pressed against either the hard wood of the desk or his hard-on in the chair. (I can't decide whether I prefer to start on the desk or the chair. The carpet would definitely have to be last because I'll be kind of splayed and worn out by then and I will appreciate its plush comfort.)
There you have it boys. That (and a hundred million possible variations) is how you would play lion to my monkey (and all the millions of other women out there who read the pulp books with pirates on the cover-LOL)
"Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?" - Mary Oliver
