Waisted Story: Home From Work

Fola trudged to the front door. It had been a particularly rough week at work and he was so glad that it was finally Friday. This post- covid back to work business was certainly not working for him. When he opened up the door, the sight before him stopped in his tracks

Gone was the exhaustion and he heard three sounds simultaneously. The thud of his bag on the floor, the tinkle of his keys, and the soft snick of the door as it locked behind him. 

In front of him, Lola was bent over the couch, wearing those newfangled TikTok leggings. AND she had on some TeMi Beads waistbeads. She looked over her shoulder and smiled seductively.

“How was your day?”

He couldn’t say a word. His feet took him towards her and his hands could not decide what to touch first. Then a voice in his head said, “Dude, that’s why you got two hands”. 

Each hand went on a mission. One to check out the leggings and the other to gently grip her waistbeads. He leaned forward to whisper,

“My Friday is about to end on an amazing note, babe”. 

Waisted Story: Late Work Night

I was spending another evening at work. A Friday evening at that. Don’t get me wrong. I absolutely LOVE my job. Till it gets busy. And this week, it was crazy busy. I also admit to having control issues so I don’t delegate as well as I should. But that’s a different issue. Let’s just dwell on the fact that I was at work late. Again.

“One more hour, babe. You can do this!” I was mumbling to myself again. I tended to do that to hype myself up and refocus when I found myself lagging. Even though I knew it was likely going to be 2 more hours.

I reviewed another set of documents and realized that I didn’t have everything I needed. A quick search on the laptop and I concluded that I needed to go to the file room. Add 30 minutes to those 2 hours.

On my way back to my office, I heard soft music playing from another office down the hallway. I thought I was the last one here and curiously went to investigate.

The music was coming from the new CEO’s office. The company had hired him about 3 months ago. He seemed like a good organizational decision and already made some headway into changing the toxic culture. I had heard good things but I tried to stay out of his way. After meeting him, I made a concerted effort to always avoid him. It was written on my board as a daily reminder. Avoid David!

I had shaken his hand and felt a frisson of energy transfer. Our eyes met and I saw the same confusion bloom into interest on his face. He smiled and showed off his dimples. It was in that moment that I knew he could be the sexual death of me if I allowed him. I’m a sucker for dimples! So I immediately pulled away and mumbled a ‘Nice to meet you and welcome to the company’ line. It didn’t help that he preferred that we all use his first name. I couldn’t even Mr. him. Of course he remains professional but the way he looks at me sometimes shakes my inner womanly core. Whew! It’s probably how I look at pecan pie.

David was FINE! Tall, dark and handsome. With a gravelly deep voice you could listen to for days. He could sell anything with his voice. I was glad for the minutes because I could never seem to hear what he said during meetings. All I heard were sentences like, “Come here and take these notes” while I imagined him stroking his dick. Or “Pull up your skirt and sit on my face” as we sat in the boardroom. I had a bad reaction to his presence so I tried hard to stay in my lane and do my job. The company has a strict no-fraternization policy and I have bills to pay.

I started to backtrack but guess I was not as quiet as I thought. I heard him walking to the door even as he called out, “Who’s out there?”

“It’s Ayesha.” The words almost stuck in my throat when I took my first look at him. His jacket was off, tie was undone, and he had loosened a few buttons of his cream shirt. I knew I had to be drooling a little bit. My toes were certainly curled in the beautiful hallway rug as my shoes were safely under my desk. I wanted so badly to reach out and loosen the other buttons but I refrained from disgracing myself.

“Late work day for you too. Isn’t there someone waiting for you at home?”

“Yes it is. I wanted to finish working on some documents. I will let you get back to work.”

I turned around to run back to my office.

“Ayesha?”

“Yes, David?”

“You didn’t answer my question.”

It took me a minute to figure out what he meant. But I feigned ignorance and cocked my head to the side. I really hoped he would let it go.

“I asked if there was someone waiting for you at home.”

“Not at this time.”

It was his turn to cock his head to the side. He leaned against the wall.

“Explain that to me.”

“I’m not sure what you mean.”

He gets off the wall and slowly walks towards me. With intention.

“Ayesha, I know you felt the attraction when we met. Tell me you are in a relationship. That the reason you have been avoiding me is because you are in love with someone else. Tell me that I haven’t kept my hands off you for nothing.”

With each word, he came closer. Until we were shoes to toes. And I took a deep breath, inhaling his scent.

“I’m single but we can’t because the company policy…”

“So you feel this heat?”

I nodded because he was right on top of me. Too close not to.

“Fuck the company policy. I will quit if I have to.”

With those words, all bets were off. So were all items of clothing. I was quickly left standing in my TeMi Beads waistbeads.

I found myself up against the hallway wall, bent over the CEO chair (very comfortable), and screaming in pleasure lying on the visitor couch.

I don’t think I will ever complain about staying late in the office again.

Client Highlight: Jennifer*

She was shot by an ex. Multiple times. She lives to share her experiences and speak her truth. Her work on this side is not done. Thank you for sharing your story. And living life so confidently. Because after staring death in the face and conquering, what else is left to do?

My clients get waisted despite their scars (visible and invisible). They are warriors displaying their grit and resilience. They have seen and experienced situations that might make some of us quit.

Getting waisted is intentional. A gift to you. A commitment to self. And a celebration of yourself and your goals.

Waisted Story: Newly Waisted

I woke up with his fingers trailing along my TeMi Beads waistbead. With his breath in my ear. Wondering what sorcery I had added to my perfectly oiled body. 

I tried to explain. I swear I did. But I was slow to speak; quicker to roll my body in response to his caresses. 

A quick smack to my butt and I lost my breath completely. Severe heavy pants, tugs on my waistbead, low moans, a groan of satisfaction and a period of shared silence. 

He whispered that I should definitely get more magic for him to pull on. 

Welcome to the Sexy Side!