Grima

22 Jul

It’d been a terrible day.
George had hit on her again, this time in the staff kitchen.
She thought about Grima, the one man in her office she did fancy.
He had a broad chest which forced his shirt to strain at the buttons.
She imagined ripping the shirt open.
She didn’t give a damn about the buttons.
She wanted him to violently throw her onto his desk and suck selfishly at her breasts.
Her lip slid slowly from under her teeth.
Passengers opposite were staring.

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