The way that men are mesmerized by even the slightest hint of “cleavage” has always been of great interest to me. It really struck me the other day as I jogged down the street to hand over a package to the postman who was delivering mail in the area. I had on a slightly low cut top and my new french cut demi bra that cuts right under my nipples. I swear, the postman could not get his eyes off my tits the whole time I interacted with him. When he first noticed me approaching him, his eyes seemed to track with my bouncing tits and nipples that, admittedly, stood out like firm erasers through the fabric of my top. I smirked to myself as I walked back to my place and thought about how I must’ve frustrated his job for the rest of the day when all he clearly wanted to do was find some a secluded area to park his truck so he could stroke off. Pity he wasn’t my type as I might’ve been a good samaritan and gave him a helping hand.

Have you ever been at work early in the day and thought to yourself how much better it would be if you were home right now? What would you be doing if your boss approached you and told you that you could leave? I’m sure this kind of thing is something you’ve daydreamed about. I think, however, that this is something that doesn’t have to be a fantasy. You and I can make this real. No, you’re not about to have a vacation day just drop in your lap just because you want it, but you can have me in your ear just because you want it! You can feign sickness to earn yourself a premature trip home to bed (with me). The next time you’re bored at work and you have the whole day ahead of you, why not consider this? It’s not something you can make a habit of, but you know you can make it happen once.Once is all I’m asking for. I’m asking you to think about reaching down to massage your penis through your pants under your desk. Door to door, after rush hour, how long would it take you to get home? Whatever that time is, that’s how long it would be before you and I were together.

Or, you can do none of what I suggested, and just trudge through the day without me down your pants. I know you don’t want that babe.Call me, because you want to.

Yours,

Ashlee