May 1
OLD DANNYBOY!MOLLOY
I miss him. I want to have my thighs on his whilst my nails dig into him to keep my balance, panting against the man’s neck. I want to yank his hair back to force his gaze up so I can spit in his mouth.
I want to have all our clothes shed so I can shamelessly grind myself against him, then slyly asking if he can do more.
I want to cry as he shoves his thumb into my mouth, pressing down on my tongue as he tries to get you settled down.
Afterwards? He just annotates your work and sends you out without a second thought, the only praise you get is his hand under the desk.