My over-worn boots glided across the cement gray floor into my shift; as I clocked in and prepared for another day in the life of a tragic 18 year old girl. A man who could have been my babysitter skidded on by in loose dark skinny jeans, a hoodie that aligned perfectly to his chest , along with red soles as rosy as the way my cheeks flushed when I caught my first glimpse of him. This earthly man was a cliche present sent from heaven, his vibe is fit to intertwine with one over some wine, and not even time could stop the unholy way I wanted for him to be mine.
Every shift that went by without him made me want to die of pure sexual frustration, yet every shift with him did but the same. It hasn't been long before I could not hold in my feelings anymore, I desired to take a bite. I started out small, little slivers here and there , and teasing statements when I thought it was fair to dare. Though not a force pushed back upon but a quick little laugh followed up with the words " oh my god" , and a dash. If i were lucky it was a smirk, or a little role play on words, though one day I was charmed when I was hit back with a wink.
It all happened in a blink , two days later I saw the pink on the tip of the warm, pulsating thick dick.
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The soul in the red sole
RomanceAn intimate night with a man 7 years older than me, and more significantly my boss. I wrote this high, so there are a lot of typos sorry.
