The Water Poet
I was waiting for him at our favorite local pub, The Water Poet, after work. I was still dressed in my work attire, black pencil skirt, platform Mary Jane heels, and frilly pink blouse with a pattern of tiny black hearts. After the surprise encounter in the morning, my mind was numb for the rest of the day. I couldn't believe how ballsy he had been to sneak into my office and basically molest me under my desk. It was totally fucking hot! He was a total pervert, and I loved it. He came across as...
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