So the landlord tenant thing started like any other boring inspection—him knocking, me letting him in to check the leaky faucet—but the second our eyes locked, the air got thick, you know? He’s this tall, quiet guy, and I’d always kind of wondered, but suddenly he’s standing close enough that I can smell his cologne, and my heart’s just pounding. Next thing I know, we’re on the couch, clothes half off, and I’m on top, riding him slow at first, watching his hands grip my hips, then faster, his breath catching, and I’m just lost in how he fills me up. We shift to missionary, his weight pressing me into the cushions, and I wrap my legs around him, pulling him deeper, feeling every inch, sweat slicking our skin, his mouth on my neck. I’m not gonna lie, I was so close, and when he pulled out and finished across my face, I just lay there, breathless, laughing a little because—seriously—who expects that from a maintenance call? We didn’t talk after, just dressed and he left, but damn, I still think about it.
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Date: October 23, 2026
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