Morning Proposal

"Things don't always go as planned."

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The presentation went poorly, and his anxiety left him shaking.

“Get some fresh air,” his boss said.

He agreed.

He drove around when the slim redhead in the skimpy pink dress seen during his earlier commute caused him to stop and ask her: “Are you a… ”

“Yes.”

“I had a terrible meeting and… ”

“Ninety bucks.”

He nodded; she entered the car, and he, her orifices. She gobbled, rode, and swallowed until he yelled.

“Th-thank you. I’m so ashamed.”

“Don’t be.” She exited. “Next bad meeting, you know where to find me.”

Like his seed and anxiety, he disappeared.

Published 3 years ago

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