The Serviceman

Honestly, this story is kind of a confession. I mean, I have to tell someone, and I sure can't tell my friends! Imagine what they'd think of me if I said I had an affair with a blue-collar worker half again my age! He had a gross, peasant name like Polanski, and was completely unsuitable for me. It was just by accident that I forgot someone was coming to check the radiator in my apartment that morning. When I came out of the shower, wearing only a towel, there he was. He was big, bold, leering, and as lacking in manners as you'd expect from his class of males.  A gentleman would have politely turned his back, but not him! He was no gentleman!

But I was at a weak moment. My boyfriend had dumped me, and the reminder of how hot and sexy I was felt good. I didn't necessarily mind teasing some dumb blue-collar worker, but then he took his shirt off, pretending to offer it to me to wear. The second I saw all that powerful male flesh so close, I kind of lost it. I wasn't about to tell him that, of course! But I let him, uhm, persuade me into allowing him to kiss me. That kind of melted me, and before I knew it, we were doing it! That would be bad enough, but he was so arrogant, so rough and overbearing! He tied me up and ordered me around and treated me like I belonged to him! He was into that kinky bondage stuff! And it made me burn! I was helpless in more ways than one, and the intensity and wild animal passion nearly blew my mind!