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Daniel wasn’t my usual type. I usually went for the brooding artist, all messy hair and existential angst. Daniel was corporate. Crisp suit, perfectly coiffed hair, the kind of guy who probably knew the exact Dow Jones closing number. But he’d been clear in his profile – and even clearer in our messages. He wanted to be pegged. And honestly? After a string of disastrous dates with said brooding artists, the clarity was refreshing.
“So,” I said, as I opened the door to my apartment. He stood on my welcome mat, looking slightly awkward, holding a bottle. “You brought drinks. How traditional.” He blushed, a surprisingly endearing look on his meticulously groomed face. “Is that okay? I wasn’t sure…” “Perfectly fine,” I reassured him, taking the bottle. “Come on in. Drinks first, or straight to business?” I winked, trying to gauge his reaction. His blush deepened. “Maybe drinks first? Ease into things?”
Daniel wasn’t my usual type
I nodded, leading him to the living room. It wasn’t fancy, but it was clean. Boho chic, my best friend called it. “Fair enough. Tell me about your week. Assuming it involved more than spreadsheets and power lunches.” He relaxed a little, the corporate facade momentarily slipping. He talked about a frustrating project, a demanding boss, and the sheer soul-crushing monotony of his daily routine. I listened, pouring us both a drink. After an hour of easy conversation, I placed my glass on the coffee table. “Ready?” I asked, with a wink.
He swallowed hard, his eyes meeting mine. “Ready.” I smirked, standing up. “Come on, you slut. Let’s go fill that hole of yours with a big cock.” Daniel pulled me towards him and wrapped his arms around my waist, then leaned in for a passionnate kiss. “You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this,” he said, his eyes sparkling. I could feel his cock was already hard as he pressed his body against mine.
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