I got a nice job back at a place I worked before the pandemic.

I hated it last time, but that was also when my marriage was falling
apart.

And even worse than that, I'd been seeing this other chick on the side
for a while, and she decided she didn't like how it made her feel.

That hurt like hell because my wife had already told me she just didn't
have the time or energy for me.  

Anyhow, yeah, I'm back at this stupid corporation.  It's the new
business spinoff group of a big gigantic corporation.

And it's a bunch of rah-rah yay ${this organization} type people.

I hate that vibe.  I think its good to be proud of what you do all day.
But the forced enthusiasm takes a lot out of me.

It depletes my social battery to have to mask hard like that.

Anyhow, none of that matters except to establish I'm a real sex addict,
I guess.  Maybe you are too.  Maybe just reading this will take the edge
off and prevent you from taking bigger steps.

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OK, So I hired a maid.  

Becka.  She's got a lot of tattoos.  Single mom, seems really cool.
Exercises a lot.  Seems like she has her stuff together.

And for the last two weeks, I'm thinking she's flirting with me.  And
this week she wore something different.  Pink leggings and a tank top
that was also cut real high so I saw her abs.

I was looking at her abs later when I came back downstairs.  I had been
folding my laundry.

The thought had crossed my mind how there was just the two of us in my
house and maybe she'd be into having some fun.

She said, "You happy?" before she left and it struck me as an
existential question, instead of a question about whether I approved of
her work.

I said, "Yeah, looks great" I think.

Anyhow, I'll skip ahead for a second.  She likes it rough.  She told me
how it was a turn on when I pulled her head back while I fingered her
against the wall.  She said she wants it to hurt.

OK, but back to the first time I thought she was into me.  I walk
downstairs after folding my laundry upstairs.

I had mostly stayed in my office that day, and I'd see her out of the
corner of my eye, but not a whole lot.

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She shows up every other week.  I pay her $500 to clean the whole house.
At first, it was a lot of work.  After a while, she could do the whole
house in like two hours, and she said she still had another two hours.

One time she baked me a mousakah dish.  It was so good.

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Another time, we fucked on my couch with all the windows open.

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The next time she was back, I told her I'd be on the couch working on my
laptop.

In fact, first I went to my garage, got in a really good workout.  I
must have done 200 kettlebell swings.

My heart was pumping.

I came in, drank some water, went upstairs, showered.

After all that, I sat on the couch and wrote on my laptop while she
cleaned up.

I remember watching her vacuum.  It was fun.

I said if she had extra time, I wanted her to wipe off the bookshelf and
fireplace and various framed art.  It was all getting dusty.

I realized she was stretching in front of me and I looked up.  She was
reaching up to 

I imagined going over to her and bringing a chair or a stepstool.

Then I'd hold her waist, while she reached.

I'd be eye level with her asshole, if it weren't hidden in her leggings.