David Freewrite

David worked in finance for the NHS. Payroll Clerk, 15 grand a year to sit and surf the net most of the day. He looked at sites he probably shouldn’t. Well, okay, definitely shouldn’t. They weren’t connected to work at all.
Intense debauchery and drug taking were not really part of NHS policy. Maybe some of the management partook in a few extra-marital liasons, it was said that the director and a few other ladder-climbers had been caught with Lesley, the HR officer, at an office party once, but nothing so extreme as the activities that rocked David’s boat.
He was sure none of them spent their weekends on a cocktail of ecstasy, cocaine and ketamine, washed down with a bottle of vodka. None of them would be clubbing at Hed Kandi and Creamfields. Visiting ‘friends’ met on bondage websites… no just a cup of cocoa and a Kit Kat for them please. There was nothing that thrilled him more than being trussed up to an iron headboard and having his body hair waxed or pulled out. He ran his fingers up his hairless arm, just the thought of it was turning him on. Sitting at his desk, thinking of the weekend just passed made the day go in that little bit quicker. His longing for the next one increased with every passing day. It gave him butterflies looking at the working drones in the office around him. Whilst they’d been watching some Saturday night dance competition, he’d be fucking a 43 year old whore who’d then waxed his body clean.