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There is a woman that comes into my office sometimes to take my trash. I do not know her name, but yesterday, she called me by mine – probably seeing my name placard outside of my office door - and it sent shivers down my spine. I sometimes had fantasized about her but once she spoke my name, my interest exploded forth to the point that I cannot expel her fragrance out of my nose and I cannot chase her silhouette out of my desirous mind. Oh, to press my flesh against hers and writhe together to the point of climax. And then lay there in each other’s arms, thinking how mad we are at giving into our desires and laughing about how we shall keep this intimate moment together forever a secret.

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