I am a shell of my former self now,
my confidence destroyed, my dreams shattered.
I think back to when things started to go
wrong, and then I realized, it all started
with her, Elizabeth.
I first met Elizabeth back in July,
she is the receptionist/secretary/exhibitionist
at work. She seemed so innocent, so naive.
She was just being sweet when she first came
in my office to eat her lunch, saying she
wanted to eat lunch in peace, some place
where people weren’t working and busy.
I thought she was just being nice when she
offered me a flavored triscuit. At first it
was just a triscuit here and there, then it
became her spreading her legs and flashing
me as she nibbled a triscuit during meetings.
She has me fixated on triscuits. Triscuits
arouse me now. I need triscuits to get turned
on. Every time I have been with her, triscuits
were involved. She said she wanted to come see
me tonight. I told her no. She said she had
triscuits. I asked what flavor, as if it
really mattered. She knows I cannot resist her
and her triscuits.
She is now my Mistress Triscuit,
and I am powerless before her.