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The Dilemma of the Split Second Fantasy...by The Fury.

"Fury, do you mind stepping into my office for a second?" The Executive VP of Global Operations whispered to me with her head poked out of her doorway.

"Umm..Sure. Not a problem." I replied.

I wasn't scared for my job, she wasn't a direct report of mine. I was very curious as to why the extremely business savvy, mistress of the business universe and eye-wateringly gorgeous woman was staring at me across her desk with her steely blue eyes.

"This is the first time you've been in here, isn't it?" She said with a giggle as she saw me staring around at her degrees, awards and pictures of her family.

THAT body pushed out two kids? Wow.

"Yes. Thanks for the privilege" I joked. She laughed.

"Well I actually need to ask you for a privilege…"

Immediately my mind raced to thoughts of her begging for knee quivering sex.
I could make use of her solid oak desk. It would take just a nod from her for me to slide her pencil skirt over her slim hips and plant my tongue on her pleasure center. But she was an authority figure right? There must be all manner of repressed needs in her head. She would like to be dominated, right?

She wanted me to force her to her knees. She wanted a mouthful..no she wanted to gag on my mandingo stem.

"How can I help you?" I smiled.

"Well, I was hoping to offer Mark on your team a position on mine and I wanted to clear it with you first. I know he's a hard worker and also wanted your opinion and your blessing."

Shit!

My mind went too far again. It does that.

Sometimes brief interactions can create some of the deepest, darkest, dirtiest thoughts in my mind. It's rare that my face will crack. I don't wear my emotions on my shoulder. But the thoughts are vulgar. So very nasty.

I know I'm not alone in dirty thoughts. It's the depth to which they go.
They hit the bottom (smirk). They run the gamut. The thoughts become entire scenarios. Filthy things I want to do to her or have her do to me. Or to them...

On the occasion that I actually find myself alone and naked with an object of these thoughts, I have to train myself not to reenact the thoughts…well at least not immediately;-)

I'm not crazy. I'm not a perv. I just have a very active imagination.

How about you? Have you found yourself thinking the dirtiest of things about people you interact with? Having dreams about people you'd never imagine?
How do you handle those thoughts?

They call me The Fury and two pennies for my thoughts may make you blush.

--The Fury