Come on guys, be honest.
When I was barely old enough for long pants, working as a lackey in a downtown office, there was this beautiful secretary, we'll just call her Rebecca D. She was pretty free with her favors, but never favored me. (Although she did give me office lap dances and let me massage her- not just the shoulders, but the hips, the thighs. *******, right? But such delightful *******.)
Anyway, one night I was working late, the office was empty, and I just couldn't help myself. I sauntered over to that chair of hers and took a sniff. I could say it was nectar, I could say it was pure delight, but mostly it just smelled of fabric and maybe faintly of long lost farts. -sigh-
That's my story— now lets hear yours.
When I was barely old enough for long pants, working as a lackey in a downtown office, there was this beautiful secretary, we'll just call her Rebecca D. She was pretty free with her favors, but never favored me. (Although she did give me office lap dances and let me massage her- not just the shoulders, but the hips, the thighs. *******, right? But such delightful *******.)
Anyway, one night I was working late, the office was empty, and I just couldn't help myself. I sauntered over to that chair of hers and took a sniff. I could say it was nectar, I could say it was pure delight, but mostly it just smelled of fabric and maybe faintly of long lost farts. -sigh-
That's my story— now lets hear yours.
