~Amira~
"f**k, I need to get home before this gets worse." I mumble to myself, packing my laptop and pen into my bag. I shouldn't watch explicit videos at work, I know that but I just couldn't help it. Now, I'm f*****g horny . I wanted only one thing— to get home, close the door behind me, and let the long ache simmering in my c**t to finally burn itself out with my vibrator.
I don't like elevators but due to the matter I have at hand now I need to get home urgently. I stepped inside when its doors slid open. I press the button for the ground floor. Looking at my reflection in the silver panel, I flush. My breath fog faintly in the cold air.
I tell myself to focus on breathing. One, two, in and out. I can almost feel the weight of my apartment key in my bag—the promise of quiet.
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