It's Monday again. Only 10am and already his inbox is full. Everyone wants something from him. But who's there to give him what he wants? What he craves? He clicks Send and off goes yet another report just under the deadline...he sighs, Now what? Try to make a dent in the endless pile of work? Or....

Surely taking a peak won't hurt, right? He types in her web address. Where is she this week? Any new photos? He remembers the last time. Was that strawberry lipgloss or cherry? And that thing she did with her... She's not too far from his office today. If he skips lunch what harm could it do? He could say he went for a workout and, technically, he wouldn't be lying.

He realizes he's smiling from ear to ear so he clicks on her email link...asks her to wear that hot lacy teddy and be waiting around 12:30. He's worked hard, used his manners and mowed the lawn. He's been a good boy...he deserves to be bad. Carnal pleasures without the unnecessary burden of guilt.

Hellos, kisses, silky flesh, whispers and wrinkled sheets. And it was cherry gloss he notes as he tries to wipe away the silly grin on his way back to work. Everyone will try to guess. But no one will ever know what put that extra pep in his step as he glides back to his office. He thinks, The world would be such a happier place if everyone had their own naughty little habit. Their own golden goddess...

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