The Pleasures Of The Flesh

Being the youngest on the team brought a lot of unwanted advise. Everything from financial planning for retirement to never submitting to a man. We had a forty three year old Indian woman on our team. She was all about getting as much pleasure of the flesh when you are young. Another woman, in her mid fifties hated men, but some of my other coworkers reminded me that men didn't like her, she was a bitch. I was twenty four, just glad I had an inside job with benefits. Even if my team was only women and they took it upon themselves to finish raising me.

I was unattached to man or woman, had very little if any experience in pleasures of the flesh, had suffered only one crushing love interest, and enjoyed myself when I was all alone. I vacillated between men and women, spent some time trying to imagine myself in a lesbian relationship, while getting off to male penetration porn. My one and only crush had been a girl who shoved me away when I tried to kiss her.

My team partner, I'll call her Rashish, was my sexual mentor, love a woman's body, surrender to a man. How? I asked. A woman is far more sensual, her body a never ending source of delight, but a man's firm hand on your neck drives your lust for penetration. When pleasure surges in your veins share the moment in romance, when lust demands it surrender to it. How confusing.

A man, one who demanded respect from the women, one who placed himself above them, apparently expressed an interest in getting a piece of the new girl on the team. Apparently, whether true or not Rashish told me he was a man who could draw out my desire to conceive. As to romance I should look at the crop of young women hired that last year, a playful one would be good for me.

Easier said than done, Rashish disagreed. Place yourself at his disposal, let his hand run down your back. Find where the younger girls go for fun and join them. When his hand was on my shoulder I shuddered, when I danced with her my heart fluttered. How can I surrender to him when all I wanted was to be with her. I let him, did not move away, when his hand touched my breast. I kept my composure through it all, placed on my knees to pleasure him, ravaged by his insatiable desire, I was left to recover my composure. Serve him, Rashish told me. Let him know he's the man.

Dancing, flirting, love making in the afternoon. Shoe shopping, sharing an ice cream cone. Movies under a blanket, hot baths together. Inhale her, devour her, enjoy her every curve, sweet kisses, hands discovering her intimate tender places. Enjoy her, surrender to him. You will discover the pleasures of the flesh.

It's been an upside down world. Holding her close, being a rag doll in his hands, unable to choose. The pleasures of the flesh are intoxicating.