Daydreams - Saleem Little - Bog

As always, her erotic fantasy was slowly making its transcendence from thought to reality, from imagining to..."Oh God..." Elaine thought in a semi state of panic.It was happening again. Elaine's well-defined cheeks reddened in embarrassment as she inched out of her rotating leather chair and ducked into the restroom. Once inside, she quickly locked the door behind her. Closing her eyes, Elaine was hoping the darkness would allow her to hang onto the last fraction of the phantasy that had initiated this blissful reaction. As with all mind trips and abstractions however, the image dissipated and the frustration that always followed was emerging.Thankful for the privacy, with her back planted firmly against the door, Elaine exhaled a mixture of anxiety and euphoria. This emotional gumbo had to be released. It was intoxicating and Elaine desperately needed her sobriety to return so she could finish her work.Instead however, the reverie was returning.Elaine scolded and disciplined herself. Or at least she tried to. That ubiquitous voice of reason was reminding her that there was no way she should ever allow a man to have that much power over her, especially considering the relationship was still no deeper than a few calculated compliments, basic work chatter, and impassioned imaginings.Reminding herself why she had entered the restroom in the first place, Elaine eased her hand into her moistened satin panties, over the well-manicured patch of delicate pubic hairs, and onto her labia. She shook her head and smiled at herself in innocent shame. He had done it again. He had made her orgasm without the slightest touch of a hand, just a transmission of sexual energy and excitement. Catching a glimpse of herself in the mirror she laughed uncontrollably, first internally then out loud as she was unable to control the joyful laughter. The most she was able to do was muffle it with her cupped hands."This man..." Elaine thought as she pulled her panties off completely, wrapped them in paper towels and stuffed them deep into the trash bin."Welp, there goes another pair." She smiled as she began to wash her hands. Staring into her own imagination was enticing but glaring up at her reflection in the mirror was disgracing. Her reflection reflected her reality, her musing merely her desires. Her mental paramour's face had abruptly been replaced by her boyfriend's causing a cascade of shame to wash over her spirit. This was fun, exciting even, but dangerous and guilt-riddling. The reality was she had a man at home. The situation wasn't perfect but none were and regardless of which side her relationship was on at the moment, the fact was she was in one. This was what Elaine hated the most. She wanted to enjoy these mental climaxes without remorse but more often than not guilt eclipsed the passion in the end. Realizing she had once again allowed herself to experience the internal conflict, she washed herself as if to wash away the guilt and with determination to ignore her curiosity, Elaine made her way back to her workstation.