So, my boss and I always flirt, right? He's a real nice, bi black guy, who happens to be pretty "big". He once told me he was 9.5", and I coquettishly batted my eyes at him and blew that off as hooey. I always assert that I'll mess around with him once he's proved it.
...He proved it tonight. Holy crap, he PROVED IT. We're talking pressing full hard-on thru clothing against me as we brushed in a doorway. It was SO on purpose on his part. And, um... yeah. I didn't do anything but scold him playfully... I'm being good. I'm in a relationship. I'm dating SOMEONE. I am NOT DIDDLING MY BOSS.
...AAAAGH!
Jesus Christ.
Fitz needs to get his ass back from Las Vegas and screw me NOW.
...He proved it tonight. Holy crap, he PROVED IT. We're talking pressing full hard-on thru clothing against me as we brushed in a doorway. It was SO on purpose on his part. And, um... yeah. I didn't do anything but scold him playfully... I'm being good. I'm in a relationship. I'm dating SOMEONE. I am NOT DIDDLING MY BOSS.
...AAAAGH!
Jesus Christ.
Fitz needs to get his ass back from Las Vegas and screw me NOW.