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Bedtime Confession V

It's official: I'm a slut. 

Things I learned about Him today:
  • He likes licking a woman's anus
  • He has a fetish for feet and fishnets
  • He likes my breasts
  • He likes hand jobs -- the sloppier, the better

Did I learn anything about his brain? Of course not. The sluttiness that exudes from my pores prevents every man I meet to forego the usual niceties and get straight down to the action. Did I learn anything from last Friday's encounter? No. I let Him pin me against his desk and suck on my nipples. Oh, Man. I almost came. He held my wrists. I like my wrists held. I straddled his lap and rubbed against him.

He lifted my skirt and pulled my underwear to the side and got a good look at Jan's work. He liked it. I'm happy that I wore my new set of VS. He was fascinated by what he saw and when he grazed my clitoris with his thumb, I immediately came to my senses and stopped him. He showed me his arousal. I almost gave in, but I gained control of the situation.

"You know we're going to both go home and get off," He said.

And I'm thinking, No, I'm going home to blog. 

But thinking about what happened today, He is right. 

Something has to be done.

Something.

Night.

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