A tendril of flirtatious conversation, shot across a 900 mile trail, of electronic paper planes.
A lump instantly hits me in the throat and my chest feels tight and my cunt feels heavy. What a reaction.
It's 30 degrees in my office and my hands leave damp marks on the white desk.
I'm lying to other men on the internet about the clothes I'm wearing. I would give away my shoes or my soul if it meant that I could see you today.
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