sweepthefloor
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My birthday just past, during the first week of June actually. I am a June baby, and somehow, that has always rendered me special. I don’t know how, but my best friend tells me so, and I believe him. I like the month of June.
Today, over lunch, I had a conversation about sex, with a guy nurse I work with. I guess all my reading here has reduced 1/10 of my shy blush factor, or it could just be that after 3 years I feel comfortable, but we talked a little bit.
He almost had me, for a second: the way he tells me my shirt is too tight, or the way he once pulled my scrub top down to cover my ass, in a possessive manner. He almost got me by telling me to pick up my clogged feet when I walk after 8 hours into the shift.
Then he told me he does not jack-off, and he has no girl.
I almost entertained the notion of: give the guy a chance, but after the lunch talk: I will do myself better, as usual.
Today, over lunch, I had a conversation about sex, with a guy nurse I work with. I guess all my reading here has reduced 1/10 of my shy blush factor, or it could just be that after 3 years I feel comfortable, but we talked a little bit.
He almost had me, for a second: the way he tells me my shirt is too tight, or the way he once pulled my scrub top down to cover my ass, in a possessive manner. He almost got me by telling me to pick up my clogged feet when I walk after 8 hours into the shift.
Then he told me he does not jack-off, and he has no girl.
I almost entertained the notion of: give the guy a chance, but after the lunch talk: I will do myself better, as usual.
