Shouldn’t Have Peeked

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It’s a busy weekday morning in the office, but nothing I can’t handle. Lists dwindle as the ‘things to do’ get dispatched. A nice, uneventful day so far. While I’m figuring out which item gets next priority, my tummy does a crazy flip. It’s done that intermittently for the past three days so I know damn well it’s not the mango I had with breakfast. I motor through another item on the agenda. Done.For some reason, a racing pulse has decided to keep the tummy flip company. I know only too well what it means. Another item. Done.Well, since things are going so smoothly, I’ll just take a peek.No. Don’t do it. Go to the next item.Another. Done.My hand starts to shake. I stabilize it over the mouse. On autopilot, it opens another browser and removes the adult content filter. The racing Kadıköy Escort pulse is getting worse. Hello, my name is Jai and I’m a Lush addict. I swear my ears are ringing.Nope, not signing in. Just seeing if a certain hotly anticipated story made it to the home page. Not mine, but someone else’s. He was cool enough to send a teaser during the weekend. Probably still in mods, with the busy queue of late, but it’s been three days now not that I’m counting or anything silly like that. Don’t even know the title. None was given but, duh, we know who submitted and how it begins.Oh, what a beginning it was too. What a brusque, punchy narrative. It made my heart thump, and regions south twitch, at first sight. I couldn’t wait to follow over whatever Kadıköy Escort Bayan twisted trail it was leading, and find out how quickly it would get my panties off.The phone rings and I jump three feet. Thank goodness, saved by the bell. It’s just a routine question, asked and answered. Done.It’s a sign. Keep your mind where it belongs. Another on the list. Done. Keep it up, you’re doing fine.But you have to know. Take a peek. One little look?I click back into the forbidden browser. It’s not the first story, nor the second. Scrolling down a bit…Whoa…There! It’s there!Okay, now you know it’s up and you’ll have something to read after work.Oh, who are you kidding! You know you have to read it now!I steal a nervous glance at the Escort Kadıköy closed door. Sure it locks, but I can’t risk it. So I’m reading, eyes tracking sentences like lighthouse beacons, heart banging like a loose shutter in hurricane season, and already the locks on the Panama Canal are failing. All the familiar tingles and throbs are at high frequency and multiplied exponentially by the forceful, dare I say, borderline aggressive, vibe radiating from the narrator. Who is this man? Where did his stream of consciousness come from and how did it darken and lengthen so alluringly until its tendrils insinuated every orifice? Really, I want to ask, where did Sir One Liner go and what have you done with him?Who is he taunting and then pleasuring at such a perfect tempo? Definitely not me, but why am I wishing it is?Wow, I silently mouth as the story concludes. Bravissimo. I log in to leave an approving comment. Awesome read, great job, all that stuff. Want to write proud of you but, nahh. Want to write how it’s going to make me do some very naughty things after work but, nahh.Fine.

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