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“Bad day at work?”

A stranger’s voice interrupted my violent thoughts. Could he be reading my mind?

“That’s the vibe I’m giving off?” I replied with a question.
In a split of a second I already knew he will be my male Praying Mantis tonight… no need to bore him with tedious details and useless information. I won’t torture him mentally if I already decided to do so physically.

I had a terrible day at work and I was drinking to numb the anger, except it was doing quite the opposite. I should have taken my friend’s advice, a walk would have been better, but my neighborhood joggers already had coyotes to watch out for, a second predator would just cause unnecessary uproar.

I squared my vision and took a better look at this 6foot plus gorgeous man. It’s my perfume! I know it’s my perfume. These men can’t resist sweet scents. It mind fucks with them.
When I put on a sweet perfume I put it on knowing that every man that will pass by me will be thinking of cotton candy stands and balloon animals, and that just gives them uncontrollable hard-ons.

Perverts.

Wow, I’m getting better at this- I thought to myself.

This whole selection process really improved. I used be like a Schneider’s factory line up, I used to take my time when selecting who will progress to the next stage, only selecting the best sausages. Now I noticed I have the same quality control but I achieve it with less time, really saving myself expenses cost.

I figured that there are two things that my brain subconsciously looks for when looking for a mate.

Teeth and hands. I can’t even pair those two with the appropriate adjectives, because I don’t know what kind of teeth and hands I’m watching out for in particular. White teeth? Clean hands? Clean teeth?

My vagina just knows what it’s looking for and it sends a signal to my brain whenever the perfectly matching teeth and hands show up – with their rightful cock owner.

“You come here often?” asked stranger cock with a smile displaying his beautiful alligator teeth and holding his *something fancy on the rocks* with his beautifully manicured hands.

“no, the prices here are ridiculous” I responded, waiting for him to invite me for a glass of wine upstairs. I know what I want, why prolong this?

He did.

As we entered his building the security at the front desk, a girl in her early twenties was smirking.

I knew exactly why.

She was so bored at work she started a tally with how many girls this gorgeous man brings a week, or even a day. He had a sort of charm about him, a salesperson’s charm.

He unlocked his condo’s door and gestured for me to go right in.

No need to ask me twice. I can already tell your cock is big enough to cause damage.

To tell you the truth I really didn’t need any more alcohol and I didn’t want him to drink more either. I wasn’t planning on staying there for long I came here to release stress and anger.

Drunk men can’t get it up, and if they can, they can’t keep it up, and if they can they can’t cum. And I love me some jizz on my tits, especially after a crappy day at work.

I put my purse down on his kitchen counter and walked to the only bedroom in the apartment.

He followed.

I turned around to face him and asked coyly “is this your bedroom?”

If this was an airport that would be me signaling you with green lights to land your aircraft… right in-between my legs.

Clothes were flying everywhere, lips were touching all the body parts, and hands were caressing and stroking everything with a protruding pulse.

We slammed our bodies on his bed and I climbed on top.

This is my party.

I kept on imagining that one person that caused me all the anger in the first place, not precisely his face but the forceful hate I had towards him. It turned me on.

Stranger cock tried to keep his poker face on, but I could tell he was now thinking he made the wrong judgment about me. That’s right Enrique tonight I’m fucking YOU!

We climaxed almost at the same time, and it didn’t take that long. But I could easily rate it as one of my best sexual experiences. I usually like my foreplay, but this devil-son-of- a-bitch-goat-mountain-fucker of a co-worker and the anger I felt for him replaced all the necessary foreplay.

I dressed up and took my stilettos and purse in my hands.

As he guided me to the door he took a card from a card holder on his key stand and handed it to me. He then squeezed my ass. If this was under any other circumstances, I would have jabbed my heel in his blue eye, knowing all along he would never be able to get a glass eye with the same colored iris, but I was happy, I got what I wanted.

“BMW “ – I looked at the card

Douche bag.

I walked out of the elevator with my shoes over my shoulder. The security bitch was smiling.

I paused at the doors, turned around and marched right towards her.

“He likes virgins” I winked and pressed the card towards her.