I am not virgin

Giulia De Angelis

The jumbled thoughts leave my steps unsteady as I cross the lobby, the entryway cleared the steps to the elevator, automatic movements lost in a safe place from the haunts that creep around my ankles corrupting all the courage I mustered to get here. Taking a deep breath in front of the double doors, holding the tears in my throat and the weight of the world on my back, I take a breath, and the doors open before raising my hand, revealing a beautiful face with a white smile filling the dark gaps in my soul.

With eyes narrowed at the excited expression, revealing small wrinkles in contrast to the deep dark circles without diminishing the beauty so masculine without a beard with the straight hair and the woody perfume filling my lungs like a drug. I'm drawn to it, drawn in slow steps to follow and admire the beauty of the tall man from the back, the well-tailored suit tracing the muscles to his round ass and thick thighs.

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