Office Bathroom Deflowering: My Heart-Racing First Time with the Shy Intern
The office bathroom door clicked shut behind me. Pot’s over, a few drinks buzzing in my veins. I smoothed my yellow summer skirt, light and flirty, the kind that dances with every step. Then, there he was. Jérémie, face twisted in anger, blocking my exit. Heart skipped. Pushed me back onto the toilet seat, hard….