The Midnight Office Moaner; Finale





Perfection. We seek to find those we deem worthy to share our times of happiness and sadness with. Those we believe that once they get to know our secrets they will still love us as we are. The ones who in their eyes we see the future and with them, our problems become minute as our motivation appreciates. Days, weeks, months and years it takes to find them. Weird enough, when we finally do, we easily forget how our lives initially were.
The sun rays poured through the blue curtains giving the room a radiant sky blue lighting. Surprisingly, the sight reminded me of the popular technique used by kids in the introduction of their compositions- the sun rays poured through the curtains making me realize it was a blessed morning. I knelt to say thanks to the Almighty then ran as if hell had broken loose to the frogs’ kingdom. The water was as cold as ice making me shiver like a leaf in winter and wish the ground would open up and swallow me. Those days, huh! I could hear some soul music playing in another room while a man’s voice sang along to the song that was currently on play. On the bedside table was a black iPhone-Caleb’s phone (I still don’t get why iPhone’s are overrated). Pushing the blankets away, the realization that I was in Caleb’s shirt took me by surprise. I mean, we had not done anything the previous night, had we? The house suddenly went silent as the music playing in the next room went off. I could hear footsteps heading my way and within seconds, the door went open.
            “She’s still not awake,” went Caleb’s voice
            (Pulling the blankets away from my face) “She is”
            “How are you feeling?”
            “A slight headache but I’ll be okay.”
Placing a breakfast tray on the bedside table, he sat on the edge of the bed.
            “You’ll be fine. I brought you breakfast,”
            “How sweet of you. I never pictured you as a romantic guy,”
            “I’m not. You’re unwell and I didn’t want to look bad,” he said with a wink
            “It must be my lucky day,”
            “You shouldn’t be letting this go to your head,”
            “I’m not. You’re the one in denial,” I said with a wink.
            “You’re stubborn, do you know that?”
            “Yes I do. By the way, did we bang last night? I can’t recall,”
            “No. You passed out on the couch as soon as we got home,”
            “Well, that was embarrassing,”
            “Indeed it was,” he cheekily said
            “You aren’t making me feel better,”
            “I know. (Smiling) On the bright side, my friends really liked you and said we should go out for drinks again sometime soon,”
            “So I shone like the queen I am to your friends,”
            “Don’t be too excited blondie. You passed out like a hobo,” he said laughing

Slowly he moved towards me and pecked me on the forehead as he progressed to place the breakfast tray before me. On it was a glass of juice, a plate with sausages, bacon and two pancakes. (Nothing feels better than having a man who can cook). Moving over to the other side of the bed, he switched on the television. All of a sudden, a certain awkwardness reigned in the room. The kind that reigns when someone has something on their mind but is having a hard time opening up. The same type that reigns in a room full of Game of Thrones fans when one says they have never had an interest in the series. Sensing that I had read his mood, he put the television on mute and turned to face me.
            “Can we talk?” he asked
            “Yea. Sure,”
            “I know this has been going on for some time and I did not want to rush into anything. Thing is, I’ve taken my time to know you, gotten to learn the type of person you are and I believe I have finally made up my mind,”
            “I’m getting nervous,”
            “(Smiling) Guess I’ll have to cut the long story short. Point is, nowadays there aren’t many ladies like you; beautiful, hardworking, mature and ambitious. I’d actually say I’m a very lucky man. Linda, (With a sigh) I’m a hopeless romantic but what I’m trying to ask is:  Will you officially become my girlfriend?”
(The mixture of joy and anxiety that went through me was indescribable) “Yes,” Went my response without thinking twice.

In that moment, Caleb moved closer to kiss me as fire and chills surged through my body making me shiver. It was the type of shiver that makes you feel warm and cold at the same time. Gently, he pulled himself back and gazed into my eyes. The gaze that makes you almost scream I do as you picture the number of people who will attend your wedding. You know, the type that makes you realize life is a bed of thorns but with that special someone, it becomes a bed of thorny roses. Done with admiring the beauty that lay in front of his eyes, he moved towards me and resumed his initial position making every part of my body scream ‘oh baby don’t stop’. Pushing the sheets away with my feet, he got on top of me and I gladly locked him in. His kisses progressed from my lips to my neck as he unbuttoned the two buttons that had been keeping him from reaching the juicy apples that lay on my chest. Passionately, he kissed my boobs and gently sucked my nipples. Enjoying the torture he was subjecting me to, he strategically slipped his hand into my knickers. (The amount of energy that got drained from my body was unweighted) Tightening my grip around him, I slowly unbuttoned his shirt revealing his masculine body. (Gad damn, he was fine) My hands ran against his skin and slowly down his back making him get lost in my touch while his hand started rubbing against my clit making me drip wet. By that, I mean wetter than a riverside. Streams of adrenaline rushed through my body as the emotions within me got too overwhelming for me to handle. Out went my undies. Down went Caleb. Sticking his tongue on my poon, I let out a soft moan. Up and down his tongue moved. In and out it also went making my grip on the sheets tighten. On he kept stroking with his tongue and on I continued calling out his name. Desire increased, feelings erupted, and control was lost. Unable to keep my cool, I rose up and ardently pulled him towards me. “I want all of you,” I whispered in his ear. There it was, the green light. As he pulled down his pair of shorts, I could feel his stiffy against my body (Lord) For a split second he paused (There it was, the inevitable stare) Content, he went forth to put his pintle inside me making me let out a soft scream due to the strength of his thrust. (I bet in his mind he was saying, baby you’re now mine, I’ll be roughly gentle)A thrust turned to two then to three as many more followed. See, this time it was not just about the thrill; it was about the passion, the desire, the thirst for each other, the love that was characterized by filthy romantic sex. Thrusts, moans, calling of names, swearing and screaming were all in the mix. From one position to another. From calling out his name to only managing to scream ‘Yees’. Deeper and deeper he went. Sweeter and sweeter things got. All of a sudden, I heard him softly call out my name, “Linda.” It felt more like a whisper and I knew-It was time. Responding to his call, “Papi” I said. In that moment we both got lost in each other. Whether I yelled or cursed, I am not sure. Immediately after, he fell beside me panting but with a smile on his face.
Time provides all the answers and solutions. However, most try to outsmart time and rush into things that always end up hitting the wall. Funny enough, most of us still don’t learn from our mistakes. As I lay on his chest waiting for him to unwind, a feeling of emotional and sexual satisfaction dawned on me. It was all clear now. I had found HIM and he was MINE.

The Midnight Office Moaner; Part 2



Passion begins with desire but no one tells you that once a flame is lit, you become a copyright version of Moses (watching a fire burn with no knowledge of how to put it off or why it’s burning so effortlessly) It had been 2 weeks since Caleb and I went on a date. You could say the date was a success (It was a Christian Gray kind of date, of course it had to be a success) Everything seemed to be flowing smoothly, apart from the coincidental meetings around the office since they always led to some tension. However, on this day things seemed to be amiss for the thoughts tormenting my mind were all because of him. Gazing around the office, my fellow colleagues seemed to be deeply engaged in their work. I couldn’t say the same for myself. See, it had been more than 10 hours and still, I had not gotten a response from Caleb. Was he ignoring me? Had I said something wrong? Was he with someone else? And why was I so bothered? I was the one he wanted so why this? Out of the blues, someone tapped my desk.
 “The manager is calling for you?” went Ian
  “What for?” I asked
   “Linda, he just told me to call you, not the reason behind him calling you,”
  “So he’s actually around?”
  “Why do you sound startled? He is the manager, he has to be around. What is wrong with you?”
  “Nothing. Anyway, thanks.”
As Ian walked away, I could tell he was alarmed due to my reaction. How could he understand what I was feeling? Hastily rising from my chair, I quickly made my way towards Caleb’s office. Ideas of how I was about to get fired kept crossing my mind. I mean, which woman in their right mind allows the manager to make her a midnight office moaner? “But the nerve of him to leave a woman like me waiting for a mere reply for more than 10 hours,” I thought to myself. As soon as I got to the door of his office, I politely knocked as I then progressed to walk in.
  “Morning Linda,”
  “Afternoon Caleb,”
  “Oh, it’s afternoon. I’m sure you’re wondering why I called for you,”
 “Yea, what’s going on?”
 “Management is thinking of awarding two people promotions. I thought it’d be great to inform you so you can apply for the position,”
 “Sure thing. I’ll definitely apply,”
 (Walking towards the door and turning the lock)
 “I’m sorry I didn’t respond to your text,”
  “It’s okay. You’re not entitled to telling me your every move,”
   “Don’t be cold. I already said sorry,”
   “Then you’re forgiven. I should get back to work.”
(Standing up to make my leave, Caleb blocks my way as he presumptuously stands in front of me)

His eyes looked straight into my soul as if he was reading my fortune allowing tension to rise as he then pulled me closer. Close enough for me to feel the warmth of his breathe and telepathically hear his heartbeat. It’s not that I didn’t know what was about to happen and that he was about to compromise my wish to keep things low key. Neither did I want to ignore the fact that he had ignored me for close to a day. But God, it all felt extremely pleasant. His arms gently moved from my neck to my waist as they slowly progressed to my perky breasts. Gently running his hands across my nipples, streams of adrenaline were triggered. All of a sudden, his phone rang ruining the moment (Bummer). Quickly fixing my blouse and skirt as he went about his call, I walked out of his office shutting the door behind me.
Could people tell? Had I correctly re-buttoned my blouse? Had Ian been paying attention to how long I had been in Caleb’s office? Did I have a glow on my face? As soon as I got back to my desk, I sat trying to avoid eye contact with Ian. Kenny Rodgers said you can tell what the cards read by looking into someone’s eyes. Well, today wasn’t the day to let Caleb see through me.
 “You’ve been gone for quite some time,” Ian asked
  “Yea, had to visit the washrooms.”
Pretending not to choke on my own lie, I set my mind back to work. I had a promotion to earn, right? However, the fear of how fast things were going with Caleb was making me think twice if not thrice. The promotion was a sweet deal but would what had just happened keep going on? Beep! Went on my phone breaking my concentration. ‘You working late tonight?’ the text read. A part of me wanted to say no but then another part knew that all I’d go home to do was drink white wine like a divorced white woman while watching a reality show about women who are out of touch with reality. Guess saying yes wouldn’t hurt. And with the yes response, my countdown to night time began.
The office seemed to be robbed of human life. The pizza on my desk was halfway done. It was one of those nights I found myself saying pizza is overrated while sex is debated. Every part of me felt anxious. I mean, what was I turning into? Or rather, what was I doing?
“I’m guessing they’ll definitely give you that promotion,” went Caleb’s voice making me look up,"
“You never know,” (I grouchily responded)
“I’m sorry I made you stay late,”
“You didn’t, I was going to stay late even without you asking,”
            “I take it you’re vexed because of what happened earlier,”
            “Of course. What were you thinking? Someone could have walked in on us,”
          “Well, I did lock the door. (He said with a cheeky look) But I’m sorry. I couldn’t control myself.”
             “Yea, right,”
             “I mean it.”
On saying this, he walked towards me and kissed my forehead and like a fool, I looked at him with a smile on my face. (Honestly, being a female sucks at times)There was something about the way he looked at me. It was the type of look that makes you think of being someone’s religion. The type that makes you see yourself at the altar with two of your sons standing behind you. The type that makes you think of being someone’s prescription and medicine. The type that reminds you that even when you’re butt naked, to him you’re dressed to kill. They say letting the man make the first move is having standards. Well, today was the day to say ‘To hell with standards’. Like a queen I rose up and jumped on him (Not literally jumping on him, more like kissing him) and he gladly reciprocated the gesture. I guess simple romance was dead for he not only grabbed my waist with one hand but also put his other hand on my left breast. Gently he slide his hand up my skirt. Romantically, he moved his hands on my cookie jar making me grab onto him and softly call out his name. For a second he stopped and gazed into my eyes (Honestly, I don’t know why that gaze is inevitable.) Viciously I unbuttoned his shirt as he did the same to my blouse. He then slid his lion inside me making me grab onto him as if he was my prey. One by one the files on my desk dropped to the floor. His masculine-self felt so good against my body while the thrill of things taking place on my desk made everything more fanciful (Yes, very fanciful) His motivation increased with the more I moaned while the movement of his hands on my breasts made my nipples get harder than dry nuts. Ever had sex so good such that you ended up thinking of buying an island with someone so you could spend the rest of your days smashing and making money? The more his lion got deeper, the more my grip around him tightened and the more my moans turned to sweet screams. Within no time, I yelled Marco and he said Polo, and in that moment, he sprogged.
We find comfort in things like our success, family, friends, struggles or our thrills. As he stared into my eyes, it dawned on me that he was the guy I wanted to be my last, the one I wanted to give me a title. You know, the one I wanted to feel my love instead of buying it.
            “When I look into your eyes, I see a fire that’s waiting to be unleashed. I see my tomorrow being meaningless without you. With you, I seem to find the strength to face the world with no fear. Very soon you’ll become my drug,” he said
            “When that time comes, I’ll be ready to share my world with no one else but you. With you, I’ll listen to the wind of my soul. Become your sinner and your saint. Become your endless love.”