Today while at work I had the most extraordinary fantasy and I had to rush right home and write it down to share with you.  I am anticipating (knowing you the way that I do) that you will agree that the idea is most titillating and will grant me the thrill of converting it from mere whimsy to savory reality as soon as you are home and able to do so.

     Here is where my thoughts wandered to today my scrumptious:

     I'm at my office and having one of those hectic stressful days.  Too many phone calls to return, too many demands from the higher ups, too many screw ups from the staff, too much... too many of everything and I just want to toss it all in the garbage and go for a long peaceful drive. 

     But I can't ignore what I know is the real reason I'm so touchy and irritable.  You, my sweet lover, have been out of town for two weeks and I am feeling a bit out of sorts.  Not only do I suffer from missing your tender touch, your passionate kisses, your satisfying and fulfilling attentiveness but also because I know your work was finished last night and you could be home tonight, could be in my arms, in our bed within a matter of hours but for some reason, you are not coming home until tomorrow.  The disappointment and sadness of this fact has been eating away at me all week and I can't help but entertain dark thoughts and wonder if you're having an affair. Could there possibly be some floozy who has caught your affection during this time you have been away from me, some perky new face who will be staring across a dinner table at you tonight, or (God - help me perish the thought) enjoying more of your wonderful splendidness while I sit home alone trying, unsuccessfully I am sure, to become lost in some stupid book.  I know my mind will wander and linger on you and sear with the pain of the imagined; you in the arms of another woman. 

     I glance at my watch and try to calculate if I can catch you at your hotel before you go off for the day to do whatever it is you'll be doing; I need to hear from you and cannot bear the thought of living the next 24 hours without knowing.  I reach for the phone when the darn intercom box squawks and interrupts me, "Ms. Doome is here for your appointment."

     Although I snap back, "I don't have an appointment with any Ms. Doome, tell her there must be some mistake; she's in the wrong office," I can't help but chuckle how tough it must be to go through life with a name like "Doome".

     The tiny box on my desk persists, "Umm, she says she is positive that she has an appointment with you and to remind you that she's a friend of Dorothy's."

     "A friend of Dorothy's?" I'm in no mood for this nonsense but puzzled by who this visitor could be or what they want and decide to take a moment to at least get to the bottom of it.  "Ok, send her in but tell her I have another appointment in 5 minutes; that's all the time she has."

     I am sitting at my desk, holding a pencil between my two index fingers, waiting for the mysterious person to walk through the door and explain whatever game it is they are playing. 

     The door to my office opens and you walk in wearing the biggest grin across your face, your eyes glisten and dazzle with excitement and I can immediately tell you're up to something.

     "What?" I can hardly speak I am so surprised.

     You are wearing a long trench coat and you do not speak as you walk confidently toward my desk, stand before me with your back to the window that looks out into the hall and slowly open the coat.

     I feel my eyes physically open wider as I gaze upon the arresting view.  Beneath the trench coat you are wearing a black laced bra, covered only by a thin, short silk camisole.  Black garters hold up thigh high black silk stockings which entertains a delicious embroidered decoration that trails down your inner leg and disappears into your black heeled shoes.  Your panties are, most obviously, crotchless and your precious treasure, which I missed so grievously these past two weeks, is only inches from my face and now smiles before me.

     I attempt to speak but words will not formulate and a sound that resembles "ah" is the only thing that leaves my mouth.  I do not blink, afraid that I am only day dreaming and that a blink shall break the spell and you'll suddenly disappear.  I am hypnotized by what is before me.

     "Well?  Not even a 'Hello or a welcome home, nice to see you?' from you?" you ask.

     I swallow hard and try the speaking thing again.

     "Baby," I manage to whisper, really mouthing the words more than speaking them.

     Although my knees are weak, I stand, walk over to the window that faces the hall and begin to draw the blinds.  Several curious employees walk by casting inquiring glances trying to determine who this suspicious visitor is.

     The intercom pipes up again, "Your next appointment is here" my secretary too cheerily states, knowing I'll use that as an exit if I wanted to rid myself of an unwanted guest.

     I slowly lean upon the button, "Tell them I need to cancel, and hold all my calls please."  My eyes never leave you.  "Oh, oh ok." she answers and I pull the cord from the intercom box, no need to risk having our "conversation" advertised throughout the front office.

     You walk to the door and lock it, then turn and begin to strut toward me, exaggerating the swing of your curved hips with each step, your hands begin at your chest and cross and travel south as you evidently are taking great pleasure in their traversing your body. You bounce as you walk in an incredibly secure and sexy way.  I am leaning back upon my desk watching you perform for me, knowing you've assumed the role of this character completely and anxious to see what it is you shall do with it...  with me.

     I drink you in with my eyes, watching your every move, mesmerized by the pendular motion of your crotch as it approaches me.

     In a deep and slow voice I say to you, "Swing low sweet chariot, come forth to carry your mama home." 

You smile as you walk up to me, allowing the coat to slip to the floor, press your hips firmly against mine, pushing me into the desk, then reach up and slip your hands under my arms placing your them on the backs of my shoulders and pull my face until it is only an inch from yours.

     You break the spell by leaning closer and kissing me.  The first contact is of soft, lips massaging lips but soon, the kiss heats up as your tongue impales my mouth.  We kiss wildly now, lips fully open, biting, our tongues wildly fluttering.  You press your entire weight against me, forcing me to lean backwards until I am laying on top of the desk.  With one sweep of your hand you carelessly toss the papers, pens and notebooks to the floor.  Then begin to work on undressing me.

     I have melted beneath you and lie under your weight, completely captured and captivated, totally at your mercy.

     "Do me baby," I beg to you and your smile is the only reply I need to tell me that that is exactly what you plan to do...

     Oh my sweet darling baby, now do you see what happens to me when you are not here with me?  Please, hurry home to me my love, I cannot bear this separation any longer.

Yours in thoughts of rapture,

O.