Line dancing is fun. Who knew?

I went out to a bar/club tonight to go line dancing to celebrate my friend’s birthday. At first, I wasn’t sure that I wanted to go but glad I did. The food was decent but not great which is fine. After dinner, I danced to almost every song that was played. For the first time in a number of years, I actually let my hair down, relaxed, had fun and danced without feeling embarrassed. Maybe it was the beer with dinner or maybe it was the Jack & Coke before heading on out to the dance floor.

Anyways, I end up dancing with this hottie (a little taller than me; which isn’t hard to do). After dancing a few songs together, he leads me off the dance floor to a storage closet. We enter it; he closes and locks the door, turns the light switch on and pushes me against the wall and starts kissing me. As he’s kissing me, he lifts up my mini skirt….his hand slides up to my apex and starts to finger my wet entrance. I start working on unbuttoning and unzipping his pants; I couldn’t get to his appendage fast enough. He steps out of his pants, reaches to grab his wallet to pull out a condom & puts it on, teases my apex a little with the tip of his appendage and then he finally enters me with his 9 inch appendage. I scream as he jams his long AND thick appendage deep inside my apex.

“Fuck me, honey! Fuck me!” I say.

“Lemme make love to you, baby!” he says.

“Fuck me. Make love to me later! I just need you to fuck me like crazy!!” I say.

He pulls his appendage out a little bit then jams it inside my narrow apex again. He keeps ramming into me as hard and as fast as he could, making me scream louder and louder with each thrust. He’s biting my right breast as hard as he could, making me wetter for his super large appendage.

“FUCK ME HARD. FUCK ME SO HARD I CAN’T WALK!!” I scream.

It takes a few more hard thrusts to climax together. He shoots cum out of his appendage so hard that the condom explodes and I feel his cum enter me. He pulls out, rolls off the condom, finally realizing that it ripped as he came. I told him not to worry because I’m on birth control. He relaxes. His appendage gets hard again. I grab it in my hand and start stroking. I kneel down and take as much of him as I could in my mouth. I sense his body tensing up, wanting to orgasm.

“Want to make love?” I ask.

“Sure” he says. “Lean your big tits against that storage cabinet, spread your legs apart and stick that magnificent ass of yours out.”

“Mmmm.  You’re dripping wet” he continues. He gently slides his massive appendage a few times in my sore apex. He pulls his appendage out, steps back, comes back and enters me anally.

“Oh God, baby. You’re too big for my ass; it hurts but I don’t want you to stop because it feels too good as well. Take it slow” I say.

He grabs my hips and slowly thrusts into me. We’re both moaning and panting. He starts thrusting harder and faster. I start screaming because it’s beginning to hurt.

“I’m sorry I’m hurting you” he says.

“Keep going like you’re going, baby” I say. “The pain feels SO good. Fuck my ass hard and fast!”

He spreads my legs further apart and rams his appendage even deeper in my ass. I continue to scream because of the pain. With each scream, he pounds harder and faster. Seconds later, we orgasm together. He slowly pulls out of me, stands me up and turns me around.

“Mami, please don’t tell me that you’re in pain” he says; gently kissing my face.

“Papi,” I say, “I’ll be a little sore for a while. It was worth it. I need a few minutes…..”
“To make love?” he asks and I nod yes.

A minute or two goes by and I tell him that I’m ready. I place my back against the wall and wrap my legs around his hips. He enters me gently knowing that I’m sore. He slowly enters me and takes his time. I close my eyes and begin to moan.

“Mami….open your eyes and look at me as we  make love. I want you to see how much pleasure you give me as we make love and when I orgasm. Please open your eyes, Mami” he says.

My eyes flutter open even though I desire to close them again. I do want to see if I give him the pleasure he says I do so my eyes remain open. He rests his forehead briefly on my neck. I can feel his breath on my collar bone. I gently run my one hand through his hair. He lifts his head up a little, starts to kiss my neck and within three or four more thrusts we orgasm together again. He pulls out and I unwrap my legs from around his waist and let my legs drop to the floor. As I try to walk to get my now torn thongs, I’m unable to walk due to wobbly legs. I wait for a few more seconds then try again. I successfully pick up my torn thongs, put them in my purse and readjust my clothes, he puts his boxer briefs and pants back on and slides his feet back into/onto his flip flops.

We leave the storage room and as we go around the corner, we bump into my friends. They ask where we were, etc. We said we stepped outside for some fresh air (my friends didn’t believe that) so I left with my friends to head back to the dance floor. I still wasn’t walking right and they asked what was up. I said that I stumbled and that the hottie caught be before I fell but not soon enough to prevent me to hitting into a cement wall hip first. They rolled their eyes to say “Uh, huh. Right. My ass!” I redden a little bit at the "My ass" comment.

Hottie disappears for a bit so I hop back on the dance floor when Cowboy walks up and asks me in halting English if I wanted to dance. I said yes.

We waltzed around the floor, I clumsily stepped on his toes a few times but we did fine. We danced for a good 20 minutes before he lead me back to the storage room where Hottie and I had just vacated 20 minutes prior.

After we enter, I lock the door, turn the light on and lean up to kiss Cowboy who is a good foot taller than me. He reaches under my skirt to rub my apex and is taken aback a little bit, surprised I’m currently not wearing any form of undergarments but continues. I unzippered and unbuttoned his jeans and pulled his jeans down to the floor with his boxers. He stepped out of his flip flops, boxers and shorts. He leans down and grabs a condom. As he rolls it on, I hop up on the storage cabinet to sit on it to be parallel with his appendage. Cowboy is about the same length as Hottie’s but not as wide as Hottie’s.

He spreads my legs and slowly enters me. We don’t talk; he speaks and understands Spanish better then English and I'm better with English then Spanish. I keep my eyes open as we have sex. He speaks to me in Spanish,  knowing I barely can speak the language but it doesn’t matter because he’s turning me on that way; not like I needed to be extra wet or anything.

A few minutes later, we orgasm together. 

He puts his clothes back on as I re-adjust my clothes. I leave the storage room and around the same corner, I see Hottie looking for me. All of a sudden he gets this bad look on his face and I turn around. Hottie spots Cowboy walking towards us.

“Who’s he?” Hottie asked.

“I don’t know his name but we danced a few songs together, took a quick walk and here we are” I say.

“Introduce me to him” Hottie says.

I introduce the two guys together and I book it to the ladies’ room is to catch my breath. My two (female) friends saw me and ask if I’m ok. I explain that I’m drunk and want to be left alone for a few minutes. They understood and left. I waited a second or so to splash water on my face and then I went back to the dance floor. I danced with a few other guys and when I had a break, I snuck off for a second to write down my number to give to Hottie. I went back to my friends and said that I was heading home. They all hugged me and said that they ALL want a text from me when I get home, so I said sure.

On my way out, I went over to Hottie:

“Hey. I normally don’t do this but here’s my number” I say.

“Thanks. It was a pleasure meeting you and dancing with you. Let me walk you out to your car” he says.

“No worries. I got it. Plus I didn’t park far from the entrance, I have mace on my car key chain and the cops are out there. I’ll be fine” I say.

Hottie disregarded my not wanting him to walk me to my car. We get to my car, I unlock it, throw my stuff in there and before I hop in, he kisses me intensely. I grab his head to pull him closer because I can't get enough of him kissing me. I wanted to have sex with him again but I knew we'd be at it for another hour plus the cops weren't too far from where I parked....I didn't have a desire to be ticketed or arrested for indecent exposure!

I think I may try line dancing again!

To ask or not to ask my boss a question.....

So my friend is hosting this line dancing thing for her birthday on Saturday and I’ll be going. What I’m anxious about is not having a male friend that I’m comfortable enough with to join me. I’m thinking about asking D on Friday but that’d be too last minute and make it look like I’m desperate for a date. I’d be too uncomfortable to call tomorrow (Thursday) and ask him on the phone; that might be a bit weird as well. I should’ve just asked him today but I chickened out.

What do y’all think? Should I just ask him on Friday or should I grow a pair of cajones and go by myself??

An update on my uncle

My uncle had surgery yesterday (Monday). The doctors removed a nodule the size of a peach (it had 5 smaller nodules – about the size of a dime) from under his left arm and also removed tissue/mass on his kidney. His blood pressure is still fluctuating a bit but hopefully should return back to normal soon.

According to my medicinally loopy uncle, the doctors believe they removed all 3 types of cancer

Got effed

I was told on Friday that I had to go into work yesterday to do some cleaning and that it was “required”. There went plans for during the day!

Anyways, I went in yesterday just expecting one or two other people from my temp agency but D was there as well…I found that to be a little strange because he normally doesn’t go in on a Saturday. I breezed past him to clock in, grabbed a uniform, changed and ran back downstairs to see where I’d be sent. I went to the side I usually get assigned to, thankfully!

The 2 guys (from my temp agency) and I got to work carefully cleaning several machines. I cleaned areas of the machine that were too low and they cleaned the areas that were too high for me, so it worked out.

D came over to where we were and asked me to join him in the office. Last time he asked me to join him in the office, we had a screaming match and I was almost fired. We can say I was a little nervous this time around. He asks me to sit down but I decide to lean against a desk; the rolling chairs are a bit dangerous for me considering I’m a bit clumsy.

Anyway, I’m sweating bullets 'cuz I think I’m in trouble but D calmly walks over to me and takes my hard hat off; taking the hair net with it (my safety glasses were already off and the ear plugs are tied around the tightening strap of the hard hat). Good gravy, I finally understood what this was about. He wanted some lip service and maybe a booty call.

He leans down and starts to kiss me, I welcome his kisses and kiss him back, pushing my body flush with his; I can feel how turned on he is. He unsnaps the top half of my uniform shirt and lifts up my (sports) bra and begins to squeeze my left breast; I start panting a little and let a few moans escape. I decide that it’s time for payback. I undo his belt, unbutton and unzip his jeans so I have better access to his huge appendage. I firmly wrap my hand around his member and start giving him a hand job; in a matter of a few seconds he’s moaning and panting pretty hard. He explodes seconds later.

He grabs my hand and tells me to stop leaning against the desk and to drop my uniform pants and neon pink thongs (that he could through the white pants) then to hop on the desk with my legs spread open. I did as he asked. He kneels down between my legs and places his head between the apex of my thighs. D starts to lick, suck and bite my core; occasionally sticking his tongue inside me to get more of my juices. It doesn’t take D long to get to work, making me scream and moan his name. When I’m finished, I just sit there, panting and catching my breath.

The office phone starts to ring, bringing me back down to earth from the climax; realized what we’d just done. As he turns to answer the phone, I pull my thongs and my pants back on, the hair net and hard hat. I head to the door and put on my safety glasses and leave the ear plugs the way they are; the machines have been turned off over in this section so they all can be cleaned safely and properly.

After working a few hours, the two guys from my temp agency and I are sent home because we'd finished the work that needed to get done. We were expecting to work a full 8 hours but we were happy with just 4 hours. We just cleaned too fast.

I headed back to the locker room to change, pushing away the thoughts of what D and I did earlier. I grab my purse, close my locker and grab the uniform, run downstairs nearly knocking over one of my favorite line operators in the process, drop my uniform off and punch out.

As I head down the long hallway to get to security, I pass D in my travels. My plan was either ignore him, which I usually do, or nod to say good bye. I chose the former, so I looked down at the floor so I wouldn’t make eye contact with him but he’s got other plans as usual.

“Depgrl”

“D.”

“Why are you leaving? You’re not done with the cleaning already? I was hoping we could talk a little bit.”

“I’m leaving because the guys and I are done cleaning the machines and they don’t need us anymore. We’re talking now and we talked earlier.”

“What’s wrong with you.”

“Earlier was a mistake, ok? I enjoyed myself but it was a mistake. You’re my boss and I’m the minion. It won’t happen again because I can’t lose this job. Have a good rest of your day.”

D looks a little dejected but that’s his problem, not mine. I have no problems with what we did but I’d prefer a more private setting like a bedroom.

Interesting day at work yesterday

As you all know, I’ve had a rough few months….working too many hours a week, my friend killing himself, my zio (Italian for uncle) being diagnosed with three types of cancer; but there’s another drama that’s been unfolding since December. Another uncle had freaked out about the school shooting in Newtown, Ct (where his and his wife’s 3 kids go to school but were thankfully sick that day). The trauma of being so close to tragedy pushed him over the brink and triggered several mental disorders that were “stagnant” (mental disorders sometimes need a catalyst, a trigger so to speak, to set off the disorder). He’d been blackballed from the family, so his current wife called me to see what I could do so I drove up there and spoke to their lawyers (very rich couple). She and I went to court so I could have power of attorney of my uncle’s mental health…..I’m in charge of approving or disapproving treatments whether it’s meds or therapy. There have been several instances that I’d been called at work by the psychiatrists to see what I would authorize while my uncle is out of control and violent that I’ve told them to “sedate and restrain” (give him a sedative and restrain him to the bed until I have a chance to call back OR I drive up there). It’s gotten to the point where Auntie and I returned to court so she could take care of the emergencies until I could be reached; to take care of the emergencies that I was unavailable for, the answer is always sedate and restrain.

After work on Thursday the 13^th, I drove straight from work to Connecticut to have an extended stay up there and have more one on one with the doctors and my uncle. Wednesday, the 19^th, I was heading to pack up some things to drive from Auntie’s and Uncle’s to head back home when I received a call from the psych ward. After grabbing the last few things, I hopped into my car and away I went to see what on earth Uncle was doing to cause trouble. He was violent and belligerent; hitting staff with anything and everything. I got in his face and didn’t step down; I was showing that I wasn’t afraid. When he calmed down, I asked him what was wrong but he didn’t answer…..he was there physically but not mentally. He chucked something at me and I blocked it for the most part but it still hit me and it was thrown hard enough to leave a bruise on my right cheek bone at the corner of my eye; despite blocking the best I could.

I authorized slightly higher dosages of certain meds (primarily for mood behaviors which is what caused him to chuck something at me) and concurred with the doctors that other meds remain the same until they see if the higher doses of the other meds changed his mood.

I got home late at night, only getting 90 minutes of sleep before having to get up to go to work on Thursday. I had enough drama with my uncle but I knew I should’ve stayed home on Thursday. At least 2 of the 3 people sent home had been fired. Knowing that I get rude and disrespectful when I’m lacking sleep, I kept to myself, not really talking to anyone unless it was absolutely necessary.

Today, I received a text (while at work) from Auntie explaining that Uncle received and took a medication that was meant for someone else and his body was in distress; the head docs wanted to know what I wanted to do. I replied to Auntie, telling her to have Uncle be sent to the ICU until he was back in the clear.

After that, I was sent to another line at work. I ended up working with my buddy, Bob, and a few other guys I know. We all talk and Bob knows right away that something is wrong, D swings by and is telling us that our line operator should know that the line is down and we replied that our operator already is aware and is fixing the situation.

D then proceeded to talk about Bob being on one side of me and another male coworker on the other side of me. I replied that all I need is Johnny Depp and that I need to be locked in a room with the guy (although I wanted to say that what I really wanted was to be locked in a room with D). D started the conversation in a very sexual way, which was rather funny. Bob over heard the conversation and tried his best to stay out of it but D dragged him into it. D and Bob were talking about how long that they could last. I topped it. I said that I could last ALL day. D didn’t believe me. I said to him that’s part of the reason why I go through guys so fast (usually 2 to 3 days; 4 days max)….none of them are capable of lasting an 1/8 of what I can last because I like a challenge plus I have ADD. D asked me if I really could go all day. I winked and told him “Try me!” If he could’ve blushed, he would’ve!

During the rest of the day, D couldn’t look at me straight in the eye. I have no idea if he was embarrassed that I could out last him or he was embarrassed by the conversation. Before he left for the rest of the day, He told Bob to take care of his (Bob) girl…..Bob just laughed, I rolled my eyes.

I’m half tempted to go up to D on Monday and tell him that I’m not Bob’s girl….Bob and I go after the same type……men.

RIP James Gandolfini

Beloved actor, James Gandolfini, died in Italy today at age 51. Sadly his death came at an early age. It's unknown how he passed but the guess is either: acute muocardial infarction (heart attack) OR a stroke.

My man Johnny Depp

Matthew Gray Gubler; my favorite "nerdy" actor

Bringing the boss to the wedding

So, my bff is getting married in a number of weeks and I'll be attending, of course. I'm bringing D as my date. Not sure how exactly I'm going to be pulling it off but I'll wing it. He's not my bf (though sometimes I wish he was; when he's nice that is), he isn't my friend nor is he love of my life.
Nike says: "Just do it!"
I say: "Grab life by the balls and go forward!"

Crying in my boss's arms.

Ever since I found out about my uncle having 3 types of cancer, I’ve been nothing but a mess. I’ve been trying to stay strong, especially at work; I’d get made fun of and mocked if I was caught crying.

Yesterday, I had a moment after the morning meeting where I was crying silently. I started walking to where I was assigned to go for the day but I was walking with my head down to hide my tears. D pulled me aside as I was walking passed him.

We went to a side office because he saw my tears and didn’t want anyone to butt in as we talked. He asked what was going on to make me cry. I told him that it was something personal and started getting up out of the chair so I could head to my assigned area. D grabbed my hand to prevent me from leaving the office. I told him to let go of me and if he didn’t, I’d have NO shame whatsoever going to his boss about him crossing the line with me several times. That didn’t faze him at all, but what else is new?

Anyways, I finally told him about my uncle and I was crying worse than I was right after the meeting. I was crying uncontrollably…I was beyond embarrassed. I never let anyone see me cry like that. I was crying like that for a few minutes before D got up out of the chair that he was sitting in, came over to me and wrapped his arms around me; trying to comfort me. In the process of him holding me as I cried, he took my hard hat and hairnet off me – apparently my head kept thwacking him in the chest. Oh well….his problem not mine.

It took me a good 30 minutes to stop crying but I finally stopped. As I untwined myself from my boss’s arms, I thanked him for making sure that I was ok and holding me as I cried. I turned to leave but D was still holding onto my one hand and gently pulled me back towards him.

“Can I kiss you?” D asks.

“Thought you’d never ask!” I reply.

This time he’s nervous to kiss me; don’t know why. I rest my one hand on his chest and reach out to grasp his neck with my other hand. I go up on my tiptoes a little as I pull his face down towards me. He’s still nervous at this point so I take life by the balls and kiss him for the briefest second then step away.

I see the look in D’s eyes; I see desire and lust. He gently grabs my face and kisses me with such tenderness I’ve never experienced before (from the previous kiss with D or any the other men I’ve kissed over the years). After kissing for a few minutes, I break away. I tell D that I can’t kiss him anymore (at the time) or I’d have my way and we’d end up having sex on the conference table. His reply? Good thing you asked!!!

“Deppgrl, you deserve much more than a quick bang on a conference table at work. I want you now so desperately but honey, you deserve more than this table. I will get us a bed and we’ll make love for as long as you want.”

I just nodded my head and said that I was going to go home instead of work. After D holding me as I cried, us kissing and his comment about wanting me, there’s no way I could’ve stayed at work the entire day. I would’ve been way too distracted to work and it would’ve been unsafe to do so.

I grabbed my hard hat, my hair net and utility knife then proceeded to walk out of the side office to head back to the locker room. I had my head raised high and my shoulders square. I didn’t want D to see how he affects me. After getting out of his view, I jogged the rest of the way to the locker room, not caring about the strange looks I was getting. I changed quickly, grabbed my purse out of my locker, slammed the door, picked up the uniform, flew down the stairs, dropped my uniform off in the proper bins, clocked out and away I went.

I’ve been ignoring D’s calls and texts since then. As much as I want to screw the guy, right now isn’t the time. Once my uncle goes through cancer surgery and recovers from the surgery, then it’d be appropriate….maybe.

Call me a bitch for blue balling my boss or call me selfish for not wanting a pity fuck on a conference table but work isn’t the right place to have sex with someone.

Incoraggiamento al mio caro zio (Encouragement to my dear uncle)

Zio Mike, sei un signore duro. È possibile ottenere attraverso tutti e di ciascuno di questi tre tipi di cancro i dottori ti con diagnosi. Potrai superare i cinque anni e il 70% il tasso di sopravvivenza. Dio guidi e vi protegga. Ti voglio bene, lo zio!

For those who speak English, not Italian....Here's the translation:
Uncle Mike, you're a tough gentleman. You can get through each and everyone of those three cancers the doctors diagnosed you with. You'll surpass the 5 year and 70 % survival rate. May God guide you and protect you. I love you, Uncle!

Momentary lapse in judgement

Today after work, I had a momentary lapse in judgment. My friend, “Bob”, invited me over to his house for a few shots of Jack. I had a few shots too many shots and I slept with him.

Between the stresses of work, Jimmy killing himself just before Mother’s Day, finding another job, the tension/stress between D and I, not getting enough sleep and my uncle diagnosed with three types of cancer…..drinking is the last thing I should’ve done; especially with Bob. Nothing against the guy but he’s not exactly the type of guy I’d sleep with or even have a relationship with.

After leaving his house, he’s called me, texted me, emailed me and has sent me several messages via Facebook Messenger asking me why I split so fast afterwards. I finally got back to him just a few minutes ago that I had to take my mother to the doctor’s to get her broken foot checked out and to see how it was healing.

To be honest with you, I was ashamed (and regret) that I slept with Bob because of how I feel about D. Of all people that I desire or want to have sex with, I want it to be D; but yet I know if that were to happen and someone would find out, the both of us would lose our job.

All I know is that D makes me all kinds of nervous.

Shocked....utterly shocked

I just found out yesterday that my uncle has 3 types of cancer: Melanoma, Leukemia and Lymphoma.

Please pray for him.

I'm trying SO hard

I'm trying so hard to fight these feelings but I'm losing this battle because there's just something about you that I just can't stay away from

Dear D

Dear D,
Do you feel the energy buzz around us when you stand close? Do feel the sexual tension between us when we're near each other? Are you able to speak near me or do you have problems forming words/sentences? I do when you're near. Are you able to think clearly when I'm around or do your thoughts get jumbled together? I can't think straight when you're near.
D, what are we going to do about this??


Deppgrl

It's just a kiss.......right??

I was called late last night by my third shift supervisor to come in for my shift this morning to be on standby and I said I would; so I did, knowing there was a chance I could get sent home.

I went in and started working at my normal time. After working two hours, D pulled me outside of the plant and into the one hallway (one that hardly anyone uses). He said that there wasn’t enough work for me to stay for the rest of the day so he’d manually clock me out to show that I worked slightly over half the day. I said “Ok” then proceeded to take off my hard hat, hairnet and safety glasses; my ear plugs were already out.

As I started to turn to leave, D grabbed my wrist and pulled me closer to him, a little harder than he thought. I saw that I was going to bump into him so I dropped my hard hat, etc on the floor so I can brace myself against him and maybe push away. I kinda fell into him (clumsy me strikes again!) and wasn’t given a chance to push away; he was holding onto me a little too tightly for my liking.

Before I could tell/demand him to let me go, he leaned down and kissed me gently on my lips. I was kinda caught up for a second then I had a “Holy shit!” moment. I reminded myself that I was kissing my boss back. I pushed away from him, grabbed my crap I dropped on the floor and darted to the locker room.

Once up there, I changed as fast as I could, grabbed my purse and booked to the cafeteria to grab my lunch bag. As I was heading to the door to go through security to go outside, I heard D call my name. I ignored him and ran to my car.

What did I get myself into?

What can you cut sexual tension with??

I was told by three different people - at three different occassions - that these people could actually FEEL the sexual tension between D and myself. One individual said that D and I should just get a room and have sex then move on.

Now that y'all know....

Now that y’all know my “deep, dark secret” of me being in love with D, I don’t know what to write about now. All I know is that I can’t tell D how I feel not only because I’ll lose my job but also because I know damn well he is NOT interested in me at all……it’d be totally awkward if I did tell him.