Drifting, between slumber and wake, conscious and semi-conscious, I tether. Drifting between thoughts of hunger and my desire to sleep. Do I remain nestled in the warmth of my bed or drag my ass off - I try feebly to resist rolling off and drift back off to sleep but I dream in fair values, and adjustments, complex groups and consolidation. Reluctantly, I yank my self from my respite, pull on my boxers and return yet again to my refuge where I attempt to quiet my mind - back to white letters on black keys speaking softly to me providing me with words of encouragement and solace. Once again the click clacking of the keys prove functional, three more days and it will be over, three more days and my thoughts will be screaming and preoccupied with anything but thoughts of Corporate Reporting.
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Women have truly been the bane of my existence; I have a perpetual love hate relationship with them – the love part being highly fueled by ...
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Every weekend over the last few months has been somewhere between good - great; with some "fucking mad" sprinkled here and there. ... -
She pins my hands against the wall, I'm disarmed and weakened by desire. The nakedness of this well sculpted caramel goddess now on mine...
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