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Work Flow

this dirty secret smells like false pretenses and charismatic lust
your undignified demeanor makes me wet
a hot swollen mess resulting in soaked panties
(I really need to start bringing a back up pair)
dripping work lunches are now the new cocktail hour
I want nothing more than to feel your tongue
pierce each and every aching crevice
while damning me
with your vision statements
you incite a war between my thighs, on the daily
the smell of pussy permeates
my once sacred office space
whomever comes to my door
may inhale the scent of deceit
a snarled smile masked
by professionalism always wins
and covers the untold truth
the shared bathroom
my new space for quiet orgasms
creaming in stifled silence
fingernail clenching rhythm
lip biting hostility
finger penetration, eyes glazed
on the stall door
between the slit of shame
my mind bent over my desk
driving the goal
the work flow now
an uninhibited gush
I quickly regain
my non amateur composure
washing my hands of us
I exit the bathroom exalted
Written by hrshykss
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The Delaware Series
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