Without a doubt Miss Milly has been working long hours as she takes a moment to look at out the window down towards the window washer who is just hanging just below her office window.
She notices his flexing muscles and dark long wavy hair and her imagination starts to run wild as she breaks from the office grind.
NOT A WORD
With eyes closed Milly runs her hands across her chest,
She imagines his strong but gentle hands sweet caress,
She sits back upon her desk as she explores long forgotten places,
Imagining a strangers kiss as her heart starts to racing,
Rose pedals of dark Red fall slowly like feathers,
Her outfit suddenly changes into skin tight leather,
A whip cracks against a chair with the sound of thunder,
The shy woman vanished now the stranger has to wonder,
Has she been kept to long from a womans need and desire,
With a devilish look the background illuminates with fire,
Milly's in control and passion has enraged,
Like an animal whose in Heat thats been locked up in a cage,
Forward and demanding she points to the floor,"You better beg for some loving or head on out that door",
The stranger begged and begged then she undressed slowly to reveal,
The smoothest skin he had ever seen standing in High Heels,
Clank, Clank, Clank,
Milly opened her eyes with the window knock embarrassed by being seen,
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