The Other Side

The Other Side

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Have you ever felt alone, like no one understands where you at a certaim point in your life? Do you look at people and woder, do they have the same erotic thoughts as me? I have various thoughts daily of how I wanted to be fucked. Yes, i said fucked. There is nothing wrong with being made loved to but sometimes, my body croutaved to be man handled. I wanted to be dominated. I wanted to try posistions that even made a porn star blush. I wanted the sexual freedom to be me and enjoy every moment of it. As all of the many scenes pass before me, I felt a sense of release, my figers found my swollen clit. She was receiving the touch that she had been craving, the stimulation she needed for s long. Just as i was about to bring myself to climax, in walkes my boss. Never knocking just brarging in like she owns the place. I had the look of fear and embarrassment eched all over my face. Our eyes met and ?I swear she had the sneakiest smle form across her face.
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(18+ EXPLICIT CONTENT) "Attract a lot of attention, huh beautiful?" His voice hit me like a wall, absurdly catching me off guard. It was deep, sensual, something any girl (or boy) could melt over. I was sort of speechless, yet trying my best to appear unafflicted. "Only the wrong ones." That was definitely drunken me talking, as I didn't usually have that much confidence. His lips twitched up into a smirk, expressing that he understood my comment. "Does that mean that I'm in that category?" My palms began to grow sweaty and my heart rate picked up, but otherwise my body remained relaxed, appearing completely fine. It similar to when you're on autopilot, completely withdrawn due to intoxication. "I suppose not," I crossed my arms, putting on this seductive persona just for him. This fueled his smirk, about to murmur another comment before I cut him off. "You'll have to show me, though." *** Amelia Hollis was a 23-year-old writer at one of the local publishing companies, assisting a very handsome man and writing articles left and right. Her and her best friend, Aviary, lived together in a cute little apartment off the central part of the city, yearning to create new memories and important moments. Amelia always lived for the moments, taking in every little detail and savoring it like it was her favorite meal. She was an optimist, hoping to change peoples lives with her dreams. James Vallette was a 34-year-old CEO, building his company from dirt with the help of his brother. He was a realist, not really having time to deal with dreams or even love. He knew this the night he laid eyes on Amelia. It was only casual; what harm could a one-night stand do? Oh yeah, he's her dad's boss.

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