Which probably makes you wonder why I'm on this site, this very seedy, questionable site, talking about such a wonderful man. Well, honestly I'm not sure. This is a very sexual based site, and while I can't truthfully say I don't enjoy reading these when I'm feeling lonely (No one can and you all know it) I can truthfully say that I'm not one who would post things on sites of this nature.
It's just, since my boss solved his wife's murder case, subsequently finding his wife's daughter whom she had before he'd met her, (she'd been presumed dead at birth but obviously wasn't) well, he's relaxed more. In fact, for practically the first time in 12 years I believe he's starting to notice women again. He's able to let his wife go, if only enough to realize that he deserves to be happy again.
He does deserve to be happy too.
Really, what I'm trying to say is that I've been having dreams about him. They started as just odd visions of him with his shirt off. (something he would nver allow, he wears 3 to 4 shirts at a time. Dress shirt, dress jacket, suit jacket and depending on the weather a coat)
Anyways, he has his shirt off and believe me, he's handsome, except he doesnt have a belly button. Yeah, that's how my dreams started. They were based off of a case we solved together while in Nevada.
Weird I know. Nevertheless that's how it started, but recently, they've took a turn to being more sexually based. He's now even appearing fully naked in a few of them, which, considering he has gymnaphobia (a fear of naked people) high up on his huge list of phobias (no joke, there's a list) I hardly doubt that would ever be a possibility.
Only, I wish it were. There! I said it. Is the world happy? I have a HUGE crush on my boss. He's just so sweet and I want to be there for him so badly. Also, the fact that he's so modest makes thinking about something so commonplace as just his bare chest seem intimate, but lately I've been staring at his crotch.
I know, he's a detective, an amazing one at that (best there is) but don't worry, I doubt he'd ever catch on. He's sexually oblivious.
He has low self esteem which makes him view himself as unattractive. So I guess I have a free ride to stare at him all I want.
Sometimes I wonder how big he is. In my dreams it's never clear, changing from time to time. I can feel him in me, it's nice but it's what one would expect from a sex dream. I bet that the real him is about 1-1/2 inches thick and exactly, EXACTLY 10 inches long.
10 is his favorite number. It might be mine too.
I hope someday soon I'll be able to tell him how I feel. But for now, he can think I'm enamoured with this guy I'm dating, a naval officer that leaves so little to imagination any passion that was there went out our first date, and I'll just think to myself; "If The Boss Only Knew..."
Sincerely,
N.T.
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