here i sit at my job utterly bored and discontented with life. i don't want to be either bored or dicontented, yet no choices exist which will help me modify this condition. the day moves forward, the hours slide by, i have no internet access and am so in hell. if at my next job i do not have internet access i will quit that job immediately. i need the assurance of the net to do small tasks and ofcourse all importantly play the stock market. if i have work and i am doing it i will not fuck around on the net, which is all that most employers should hope to get. total compliance is an issue of the past in this future.
can i write smut to excite myself, sure i can. here goes. i first met julie at my new job, she was a blonde with a nice set of big boobs who liked to wear short skirts. she was the only woman....ahh,no!, why does it always have to be blondes with big tits who wear short skirts, why can't it be a fat, 300 pound, behemoth of flesh. i looked around the bar. had already been rejected several times. yet the desire was still there and something had to be done. that's when she siddled up to me. "watcha drinking honey?" ... (damn, didn't this happen to me once.) "c'mon baby, i'll make you happy...". her small, beady eyes were lit with insane desire, i felt my knees trembling as i took a big gulp of my beer. she went to the bathroom, i ran out of the bar, turned the corner, stood there chest heaving as a young blonde in a tight skirt puked all over the street corner....