How's this for a change of pace?
The single most erotic thing I've ever experienced:
Years ago, a few months before I met P, I was having a fling with the hunkiest guy in my company. Ooooh la la. He made my tummy do flips.
Anyway.
One day, after most folks in the office had gone home, he sent me an email telling me to meet him out in the warehouse, in our secret place, which was actually just a tall stack of boxes up against a wall, but with a space between the boxes and the wall just big enough to classify as a secret hiding spot. The warehouse was deserted at that time of day.
So we're back there, groping and kissing and feeling each other up pretty good, when all of a sudden, he spins me around to where he's behind me, puts his hands up under my blouse, takes hold of my bra with both hands, and rips it right off of me.
To describe the rest of the encounter would be pornographic, so I'll just stop there.
See. I haven't always been a Goody Two Shoes.
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