Bondage

In the shopping mal conversations hum around.
Sitting still.
Diferent concerns pass by every minute. Some twice, some many times more. Anger, wining, love, twisting.
But very rarely bananas.
Sandwidges. Yes ham and egg. Coffee cant you smell it?
But bananas. None.
To her. Masterful. I kink you, in return for the tree. 'Bare legged you must go and return with sweet bananas'.
'Take your time and choose them well, I will wait to commemorate your pennance.'
Rises then nipples hard as glass. Not daring to look around. Trousers limpid on the mall bench. Anger, wining, love and twisting all misses a beat. Passing concerns slow and forget their intention. Heels clicking away to the cornucopia of the sweet banana seller.
A long time. Am I deserted. Is it a failure. Must I go back to the tree and ask again?
I see the crowd ripple as it slows around. Bananas perched like an African home from market. A fine pair of legs too.
Returned. Sitting. Legs naked in the Mal. Banana peeled. She was a picture.

Oh how I long for Wild Ginger. I saw her once and invited her in for tea. A very English afair.
She saw my undisguised hunger.
She and tasted my tension.
She stood heart open as the ice melted on my skin. I loved that open look of desire.

Later as the dimension opened there she is waiting.
Pure wild ginger.

Encased in sheer plastic the wild one stands waiting sweetly behind the door,
I take a hold, I cant help it I'm mesmerised to a T. But there is something on the boil, a tree of amber dogs bark.
A shiny tight shapely package bursting with summer sweetness waits for the off.
We engage. We struggle. Down on the floor this way and that. One leg on the stairs one in the hall and one in another place i care not to mention. Pulling and pushing back and forth in sheer sweat of hungry desire, salivating at the horn of it, then Gingers top tears. Rips Open.
Something had to give. I push it down hard. She wants to be out. Inside that perfumed sweetness yeids to my touch. That wondeful taste of wild ginger tingles on my tongue. I wash it down with dogs bark soup. And leer cheekily at the remainder.

Warning; This is pure fiction.

Well there I was ogling the CEO's backside.
(thats Chef Executive Officer)
While I was having my lunch in the canteen. Unfortunately this was before one of my mates told me that she has a sixth sense about exactly this activity. Anyway she caught me looking. Oops!
In retrospect she must know that it's sexy and and work out before hand who the likely culprit is going to be. But anyway the CEO is one of those women whom clothes just fit perfectly. Combined with and an amazing figure this is just too irresistible to a man's animal nature. Instinct just kicks in and you just cant help yourself.

She comes over and sits down. Then starts an irrelevant conversation. Apart from having a mouth full of food I was thinking shit I should be going red. But I didn't. We chatted and I thought nothing more of it.

Later on she is there at the door of her office motioning with her index finger for me to approach. No words are spoken.
She locks the door. I worry whats next.
Not a word. She beckons me forward again.
I see she has a cane in her other hand. The CEO walks around me an exact measured centimetre away looking straight ahead all the time as she does it. Then standing straight in front of me looks me right in the eye and smirks. I wonder what the hell she is up to.
She turns and walks slowly back around. Not long after three precise and painful swipes with the cane on my backside. I was too astonished to scream.

She unlocks the door and signals my exit.
So there I am in the corridor with a construction crane trying to escape from my jeans.