You know that saying about New Year's dreams? Because I had one of the strangest about taking in a new hire at the firm - MILF grade, older than me, kids out of the nest, getting back to work routine to find her place while she was understimulated at home (in every sense of that word).

It took a couple of flirting remarks that eventually climaxed in some spanking for a job-related fail. From there it was a kinda steep slope to more depravities, but never crossing the line of actual penetration (with genitals, that is), since we were both married. So far so normal as one could get, right?

But here is the actual kicker: we eventually got her a Sybian (that "sit on the industrial-power vibrator" thing), and her conscience caught up, and we mutually agreed we had to dial it back a notch or two. But not before she discovered the wonders she could achieve on that toy, so as a parting gift I made her a voice-activated box that prevented it from running unless she said self-depraved things, like "I am just a dirty slut" kind, since she was heavily into that.

Now, all is well, but unbeknownst to her, the voice box was internet-connected, giving me a first-row seat to her beautiful agony of calling herself anything in the vocabulary, just to get some more of that sweet, sweet vibration. And the first time it happened I had that evil mad scientist laugh, and that actually woke me up 😅

Anyway, happy new year to everyone who actually read it this far 🤠