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I was sitting at the front desk of the gym where I worked, when my friend Bobby walked in. We chatted awhile, until he grimaced, stepped back from the counter, lifted a leg and cut a loud **** of the earth shaking variety. “Jesus!” I said, as we both giggled like schoolboys. Just then we both heard the click click of high heels coming out of the locker room and down the hallway. He looked at me, wide eyed, grabbed his gym bag, and bolted into an adjacent room. Leaving me there, in all of It. **** And it was the one I feared it might be, she of the goddess face and statuesque figure, whom we both coveted. There she was, click clicking her way toward me, right into It. She smiled, said “Have a nice day...” “Day” trailing off as she reached the cloud’s odiferous perimeter. She snorted somewhat, looking at me with furrowed brow, then turned her head and click clicked quickly out the door. I sighed, hung my head in defeat, but was unable to suppress a creeping grin. Well played, you son of a *****
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Sep 2, 2018
Sep 2, 2018 at 8:59 PM UTC
Mating Ritual?
I was sitting at the front desk of the gym where I worked, when my friend Bobby walked in. We chatted awhile, until he grimaced, stepped back from the counter, lifted a leg and cut a loud **** of the earth shaking variety. “Jesus!” I said, as we both giggled like schoolboys. Just then we both heard the click click of high heels coming out of the locker room and down the hallway. He looked at me, wide eyed, grabbed his gym bag, and bolted into an adjacent room. Leaving me there, in all of It. **** And it was the one I feared it might be, she of the goddess face and statuesque figure, whom we both coveted. There she was, click clicking her way toward me, right into It. She smiled, said “Have a nice day...” “Day” trailing off as she reached the cloud’s odiferous perimeter. She snorted somewhat, looking at me with furrowed brow, then turned her head and click clicked quickly out the door. I sighed, hung my head in defeat, but was unable to suppress a creeping grin. Well played, you son of a *****
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44/M/Nevada
Sep 2, 2018
Sep 2, 2018 at 8:59 PM UTC
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