Can We Fuck, Like We Used To?
“So whats your Instagram name?” he asked as I sat in my chair fumbling papers at my desk. I looked at him with an eyebrow raised, ” I don’t have an Instagram account.” He stood with thoughts racing and then said to me, “You’re lying, I know you have one. ” He became persistent as he tried to hide his bulge from my eyes. Feeling amused I stood up and looked at him intensely letting him focus on my moist red lips. Like an animal moving in on its prey my stance engulfed his fragrance which took a hold of my body. As my lips began to utter words, his pants began to tent up as my body aligned with his. “Jacob, you are sweet but you’re just a 20 something who has no idea how to make me … moan, now move from my desk.” His lips parted but nothing came out as I escaped his sensual gaze. A reflection from a mirror on the wall exposed his desire as I seen him massaging his bulge as I walked away.