Symphony of pain

Boss drives on the forklift.

           Look at that definition.

Me. What definition there nothing there.

Boss. Yea right there.

Me. We'll i always knew you had low standards. 

Boss. Only for white men.

Me. Lol you fucker.

Me. I'm not just white. I'm also scottish.  I can where my kilt and do a little dance for you pulling it up ever so slightly. As I start dancing.

Coworker. Standing there listening to the hole conversation. Laughing her ass off.

In a realm where desires intertwine,
A story unfolds, both divine and unrefined.
A Goddess, fierce and in control,
And a poor man, seeking pleasures untold.

Bound by the ropes of curiosity,
Their paths crossed, an erotic odyssey.
She, a Goddess of dominance and might,
He, a humble soul, craving her bite.

In the dungeon's embrace, they dance,
Exploring the depths of their primal trance.
With every touch, a symphony of pain and bliss,
As they succumb to their desires' abyss.

She whispers commands, he obeys,
As pleasure and surrender mark their days.
She weaves fantasies with her leather and lace,
Embracing his darkness, leaving no trace.

Within her realm, he finds liberation,
A sanctuary for his deepest fascination.
For in her dominance, he discovers his strength,
In the surrender, he finds freedom at length.

Their connection, a sacred bond,
Where trust and desires respond.
In each scene, a masterpiece unfolds,
Where passion and submission are beheld.