Ongoing sporadic journal of the overeducated, and underemployed. The title derived from Coupland’s description of cubicle land; the corporate ghetto. Random photos and thoughts. Left the ghetto, never happier. This still a work in progress

23 December 2016

Insatiable

Insatiable
        “You kept me up all night!” she accuses.  Wild ash blonde hair a T and panties pouting pouring coffee. I admire her lithe figure long strong legs.

    “I was up early there are the flowers on the table. Cabal and I went for a run, then picked a few things up.” I answer. I sit at the table, and she brings 2 cups of coffee, Cabal wags at the mention of his name. And comes over to lie by me.
    “So you came home last night? You didn’t just jump in the shower wash her lip-gloss off your cock and change your clothes take Cabal around the block she says sarcastically. I click on Daft Punk walk over to her she’s absent-minded washing the same cup over and over.  I embrace her nibbling her neck undressing her find her mouth, as I fondle her nipple rings. On the floor, we fall sending Cabal looking for space. She’s got to be tired but I am not. She stands over me sliding out panties and tossing the T off saying I can’t be expected to reach my potential if I have to wear clothes. “
    “Insatiable slut” I growl
“Why you love me! Why you always come back to me!” she screams moans mounting me

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