The perfect pick-me-up at work...

No it's not a Starbucks green tea lemonade or a can of soda or even a Red Bull (which I can't stand).

It's a phone call from Soccer Mom about 3 p.m., just when I was starting to hit the wall after a stressful day at work.

A phone call that involved one of her favorite vibrators and her describing to me what she was doing with it and how it made her feel. Ending with what I know was a very intense orgasm...I could tell from the heavy breathing, moaning and cries of pleasure.

Yep, it brought a smile to my face and a rise in my khakis.

Sure did make those last two hours at work fly by.

God, I'm glad she's back in my life.