A Retreat to avoid Surrender

Sultry, seductive does he know his effect.

His proximity spirals me into thoughts ungodly…forbidden fruit is soooo tasty. Successful attempts to ignore his presence are whittled away by his words….simple words, said with such cocksure authority that it .... stimulates me.

Further test comes in the form of forced close interaction, a mandated action,…..I lay the foundation that nothing will happen…I convince myself thereof even as the words trickle weakly from my mouth into his ear….resolve diminishing. My statement evokes disdain and is summarily dismissed…damn he plays well. A battle of wills, and while he has no qualms whispering gentlemanly nothings in the open observance of the crowd, I sit rigidly, fixed in my mind that I will not reward his attempts with a flinch. I survive, just barely, as he notes the warmth emanating from my body, through my trousers and his, against his thigh.

Machinations of him writhing under me, my tongue charting a map across his chest, down his stomach, over the head of his dick, seep deep into my consciousness….I am uncomfortable. Thankfully, the session begins and we are plunged into thoughts of nation building….saving me from the demolition of my worthy feather barricade.

In the end, amidst the ill fate of an edict handed down to finish the job in time outside of the current forum, I am once again thrown to the wolf….so yet again I try to establish perimeter defenses and launch a mighty coup...an offense, I thought. I paint a picture for him, one which underscores my lack of faith in his ability to satisfy me, wholly, completely….I hadn’t expected that he would see it as a challenge…..damn it . As usual I am successful at not achieving victory against this very worthy opponent.

I am saved soon after though, he disappears and I hang back and strike up conversation with an easy target….men like to talk about themselves, and I have found it useful at times to let them wow me with their accomplishments…does it impress me? Sometimes….but ofttimes not. On my way to the car, my folders in his hands, we talk of his past and present work fires…..Across the car park I see him and he sees me, an acknowledgement occurs…though very chilly???

I pray to my God that I will survive this unfortunate week ahead. My derricks will be set, ready for a victory against the temptation of his flesh.