Paul Bell


It was always about Sally.
Every part of the working day.
Always Sally.
The report was boring him numb.
She sat across from him.
White blouse, black skirt.
Uniform of seduction.
He recalls the first time
How do you fancy a drink.
The response turning him on.
Only if you don’t mind drinking with a Lesbian.
He didn’t
For a while, she became Sally out of reach.
To be replaced with.
Out of reach, Sally.
He watched her working away.
Crossing her legs in that teasing way.
Wondering if she wore nylons and black panties.
Out of reach Sally
Out of reach.
She watched him.
Reading his mind.
Strangely liking the unconscious attention.
It wouldn’t happen.
She knew that.
Next week he would be watching her replacement.
The final drink, goodbye.
She introduced herself as Michelle.
He didn’t really care.
Lost in another world.
A package arrived.
He knew that scent.
Carefully opening it.
Touching the soft material.
Anything exciting, from across the office.
The girl I replaced.
Was she nice.
Out of reach, Michelle.
Out of reach.

  • Author: Paul Bell (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 22nd, 2022 11:43
  • Category: Erotic
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  • Teddy.15

    I know you put erotic, but your erotery makes me smile Paul, especially as my darling sister is called Sally. 💖 I used to sell sandwiches in the offices around Brixton when I was young, it really was like the film love actually 😂 😍

    • Paul Bell

      I bet it was. Just realised this is your election day. Are we in for a shock.

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