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You know that feeling. That feeling that comes upon you in the middle of the day when you are walking back to the office from your lunch break and you pass a sexy young man who looks up from his phone and cannot take his eyes off you. He glances over every inch of your body from your feet to your eyes and back down again, almost as if everything were happening in slow motion. You feel that familiar tingle between your legs as the warm wetness begins to leak into your thong panties. You want him. He wants you. But there is no communication. No connection other than the silent admiration that darts back and forth as you pass.
That’s when I stop, pull out my phone, and look to see which of my bulls will be available later. I quickly go to my secret stash of their photos and swipe through one after another, taking in the rapidly cycling biceps, abs, cocks, and all the eye-candy from admirers I have collected. Who will it be? Whose hard body and hard-up cock will I have tonight after work? I want the final moments of my lunch break to last forever as I sift through the seemingly infinite array of men on display. I cannot get my bull out of my mind. I want to get my fingers down my panties. I want to lie on my back, spread my legs and fantasize about each and every one of the young, old, married, single, cheating, horny, dirty, hot men in my phone.
But I have to be back at my desk in under a minute.
Will you be there?
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