Busty Or Bust

As I write this all I can think of is my imminent return to work after a long Christmas break. I feel deflated and like this year I need to bring some change in to my life.

It’s strange how the turn of the old year and the beginning of the new seems to bring about a desire to make something happen. As you read this I will be sitting at my desk just wishing that I could be at home writing adult articles and reviewing sex toys for the rest of my life.

And then there is reality…

I need money to live and to enjoy life. That’s a laugh, every penny of my hard earned cash from 2007 is wrapped up in my car or just simply gone. You may recall that I had to purchase another car when mine gave up on me a few months ago. Since then it has been a catch22 situation for me, I need a car to get to work and I need to work to pay for the bloody car. It’s crazy!

Anyway, I have done a lot of thinking whilst I have been away from work this past week and I have decided that I need to move on. I know, don’t shout at me, that everyone feels this way after a long period of holiday. But no, seriously I was considering it towards the end of last year anyway. We need more money coming in to the household and that’s all there is to it.

I have also given a lot of thought to my fellow colleagues at work. I get on with them so well and as you know Busty has caught my eye. She makes the day more bearable during working hours. Always pleasant, helpful, intelligent and attractive and she has the most enormous pair of…I need to stop myself before I get over excited. Lol

Would I ever get the opportunity to nuzzle between her beautiful orbs and feel her fishnet clad legs around me…who knows? I would like to think there is a chance that she would like to share a girl-on-girl experience with me some day, after all she seems to be pretty much open minded. It’s been so long since I slept with a woman.

If I left, I would be leaving her behind but I suppose life is all about sacrifice and I may find a bisexual girl at my next place of work.

Either way, I need to start looking and put my naughty thoughts to bed…

…Oh, don’t get me started.