The Dance

“I chose you, not because I think it will always be easy, but because with you I know that even on the dreadful wretched, luckless days, when the troubles of the world are downpours of thick, clamouring, beating rain — you will laugh, take my hand, and whisper delightfully, Dance with me.”

— Beau Taplin “The Dance”

Office Archive


Deliciously Inappropriate


I sat on my desk and opened my laptop as I took deep anxious breath. Last night with Laura had been totally amazing. As I had woken up earlier this morning I had still been able to smell her perfume lingering in the bed sheets. The whole room had had a faint aroma of love. I drifted away in my thoughts of Laura. I dreamt of her lovely beautiful face, which had probably the sweetest mouth that one could ever wish for. Even the thought of her smooth lips and the softest kiss made me tremble in excitement.

Suddenly I snapped back to reality as I heard sharp, quick steps of high heels from the corridor. My breathing accelerated and I could immediately feel the blood rushing though my veins all over my body but especially in my groins. Nervously I straightened my already perfectly straight tie and turned to…

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