Tension

As I eagerly stroked my throbbing dick I started to forget why I was so upset. My eyes began to shut as I took one last glimpse at your unmoved stare and forgot the path that brought us here.
That path started with you brushing your teeth and complaining about Stan, the idiot in accounting. For 6 months your role as the CFO for this small, but heavily bankrolled startup occupied every ounce of your presence. Stan in Accounting, Erica in IT, Fin in Design, Gennie in Operations. They all wanted a check to validate their existence and you wrote the checks.
At first I tried to follow the politics of it all, but my own world as a writer kept me on other people's puppet strings. A meeting in Dallas, a party in Berlin, an interview in Toronto. All good, but my focus was watered down.

So I'd try to visualize the bouts between Gennie