Suits

I thought, now that I have a job in the corporate world I would be in a constant state of arousal. I thought the masturbation fodder would come sliding out of every elevator. There would be a potential fantasy around every glass walled corner in which I would be pushed over a mahogany desk, my skirt lifted, my stockings torn as I let a band of bankers take out their frustrations with the Dow on me. I have a suit fetish. I might have mentioned it before.

Or had. Within the context of actual work, the suits just aren't doing it for me anymore.

I always wondered, what happens if you are a cop with a cop uniform fetish? Is it just a uniform when you're on duty and transforms into a fetish in the bedroom? What happens when your fetish becomes your everyday clothes? If you were a foot-fetishist what would it really be like to be a pedicurist or sell shoes? Would it be a dream come true or would it just become another job?

I think it all depends on the context, because, I have a new crush. I know, I know he did a very naughty thing that could have repercussions I won't pretend to understand, but tell that to my cunt, because she's not listening. I'm picturing a three-way with Anderson Cooper.



Jérôme Kerviel