The Other Vicky

Followers of this blog will know that I had my first lesbian experience a few months back. And whilst it was most enjoyable (I think different was the word I eventually used) I don’t think there is a substitute for a real cock.
That said, I googled ‘officegirlvicky’ and discovered my ‘doppelganger’.  While I was looking at pictures of her on my computer I realised that I was getting rather wet. And the more I looked into her eyes and at her provocative poses, the wetter I was becoming. I’m not really one for fingering my pussy as I browse on-line but I really couldn’t stop myself. Here are a few pics of her which might explain why my knickers got so wet.

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This was the first picture I saw of her and it was the look in her eyes and the way her mouth was slightly raised to one side that got me interested.

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I was now eager for more. Same look in those eyes and the black  stockings and short skirt.

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Same look again. And look at those sheer stockings. How I wished that were my hand.

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At this point my hand was inside my panties, imagining what her pussy was like beneath her panties. Shaved?
Cocks can be nice but pussies can be stunning!

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Not as hot as the last one, but I know this is a pose  that BOB likes me to do. Something very basic about being taken from behind. And of course you can imagine it is whoever you want it to be.

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Fairly demure picture but by now I was on a roll.

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I wanted so much to be there. Smell her perfume. Taste her.  I had three fingers inside me by now and I came looking at this picture.  A surprisingly intensive orgasm considering I was only looking at photographs.

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Don’t you just love this pose?
The only reason I’ve posted it is because I’m certain I have the exact same panties as her.
Take away the face and it could be me.

Quite a long post to describe just 10 minutes of my life.

Wanted: Nice Man … and a new job please

Well it’s been a while since my last post and life has moved on, and me with it.

I walked out of my job last week. Thursday to be precise. Noon to absolutely specific. High noon!
Now I know this isn’t exactly the brightest thing to do when you don’t have something else to go to. You’d think a girl of my reasonable intelligence would know better.
In any case the deed is done and at the moment I’m happy with my decision.
I’ve no doubt that the ‘boss’ situation had something to do with it, but I always felt this job was a stop gap for me. I was over qualified (am over qualified) and I feel quite positive about the future. We’ll see how I feel come payday!

My last official task was to make ‘bossman’ a coffee. My university degree proved so useful for that.
My last unofficial task was to take photographs of myself doing nothing in the office other than flashing my legs. Not at all sure why I did it. At the time it felt like I was making some power statement, but it just feels stupid now.
No job, but some nice pictures.
I may devote a page to them one day.
By way of a taster…

I love the way these stockings ‘wrinkle’.
The skirt has to go. Typical work skirt that you wear two or three times a week sometimes. Decided it should go along with the job.

So ‘Officegirlvicky’ is no more.

Welcome back Veronica.

Single

Jobless

Skirtless

So I’ve had a lot of spare time on my hands. Lots of time for thinking. I’ve tried to summarise where I am.

  • I don’t miss my boyfriend
  • I do miss the companionship
  • I don’t want to see my ex-boss again (that was stupidest thing I have ever done)
  • I don’t miss that job
  • I need a new job
  • I like wine
  • I like sex
  • I miss sex
  • I want a nice man
  • I want a nice man who makes me laugh
  • I want a nice man who brings me flowers on UN-special occasions
  • I want a nice man who will cuddle me while we watch a DVD on a Saturday night
  • I want a nice man who cooks
  • And I would quite like a nice man who knows where my clitoris is!

Now ideally these nice men would be one single nice man, but I suspect he doesn’t exist. Well not on this planet. Oh, and it would be really cool if he had money. Just enough to be extremely comfortable.
Not asking for much, huh?

Well if you fit the bill, email me for an application form.

xxx

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