As a warning, this story will include consensual non-consent; if you got any issues around that, I recommend you do not read any further. That said, everything I do with my girl is desired and enthusiastically consented to.
Onto the story.
I (M/43) have been having another long and arduous week at work; I would wager that the devil himself has been creating the issues that have arisen at my job this week. Yesterday afternoon, I was working from home when I received an email from my colleague, Austin.
Whenever anything comes in from this guy, it is a special kind of stupid.
So when the email subject “Well this is a pisser…” popped up at the top of my inbox, I audibly groaned while briefly considering deleting it and pretending I never saw the damn thing.
As I sat there contemplating how to remedy yet another fucking problem, my frustration began rising. Now, I ain’t sure if it was testosterone, a coping mechanism, or just plain old lizard brain bullshit, but suddenly, I needed my cock serviced.