My First Time
I have many fantasies that begin with flashing blue lights accompanied by a state trooper telling me that I have been driving a bit too fast. These fantasies usually end with me being bent over the patrol car in handcuffs engaged in all sorts of naughty things, not a written citation requiring a $325 lawyer trip. And that is exactly what happened to me last Monday as I exited the interstate onto the local vehicle gateway where I found myself driving 61 miles per hour in a zone designated 45. The lawyer trip that is.
Looking back, I should have bumped up my hair and bumped out my boobs. Or cried. Instead, I sat in shock and did nothing…until he left. Then, the tears came a tumblin’ down. Much like the walls of Jericho. And being as poor (in between blessings) as I am, they are still falling. The worst part of the whole thing, however, is that I still fantasize about being seduced by a man with handcuffs. But definitely by a different officer. Because this guy was nothing more than a pipsqueak with a badge.
Looking back, I should have bumped up my hair and bumped out my boobs. Or cried. Instead, I sat in shock and did nothing…until he left. Then, the tears came a tumblin’ down. Much like the walls of Jericho. And being as poor (in between blessings) as I am, they are still falling. The worst part of the whole thing, however, is that I still fantasize about being seduced by a man with handcuffs. But definitely by a different officer. Because this guy was nothing more than a pipsqueak with a badge.