Dirty Workshop Fantasies: A Seductive Tale of Passion and Punishment Heather slowly approachs the closed dark basement door with trepidation and caution; what lies beyond is a world that is messy and dangerous. It is John's private workshop full of sharp tools, dirty workbenches, vise clamps, and all sizes of scrap wood. She has not seen me in four hours, and she is wondering what creation I'm working on down here. Peering into the brightly lit small room, she got a strong whiff of freshly cut sawdust which thickly blankets the tiled floor. The aroma is a huge turn on acting as a manly cologne permeating the air teasing her feminine brain with intense, inviting pheromones. Its opaque and powerful earthy fragrance wafts up off the floor surrounding her senses producing lustful thoughts and creating in her mind a sensual atmosphere in this rough solid tooled world. I look so hot and sexy, standing there in my blue jeans beside the tall turning lathe. I'm working on a bowl, woven with grains of light and dark wood throughout its texture. It is clamped sideways on the large machine slowly rotating. I'm supervising its construction as I manually sand the oak vase in my hands with sandpaper. She imagines the feel of the smooth, silky round wood coated with a dusting of sawdust slipping around in my fingers. I turn around to look at her; the front of my old black shirt covered with shavings of wood. Switching off the lathe; I smile. Wandering over to me in her flats trying not to slip on the course wood-chip covered floor. She is looking at the chisels, hand saws, screwdrivers, and hammers all neatly organized on the walls. From the look of the mess under the table-mounted circular saw, I must be working on other projects too. She softly kisses my seductive lips. " I'm so horny this afternoon," She says with a hungry wide grin. …and then things took a turn
