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On 11/10/2024 at 11:02 PM, Holly Golightly said:

For 10 months in 2018, I slept with a guy from work. Our offices were on different floors, and our roles didn't intersect. Nobody knew about us.

Whenever we'd bump into each other in the hallways, he’d give a smile or a casual “hi,” which I would usually ignore. Shortly after, I’d get a message from him—anything from a compliment like, “You look gorgeous” to something vulgar, like, “Want to take it up your ass later?" or "Come sit on my face tonight." The last two were always serious invitations.

I never saw him as a friend. Perhaps what made the sex so explosive was that, to some extent, I actually hated him.

We fucked often during that period, regardless if I was tired from travel or if he was sick. I was so desperate for his cock that I allowed him shoot his load into me on several occasions.

On weekends, he was a frequent last stop after a long night of partying. No matter how wasted I was, he'd open the door when I came knocking, even if it was 5 in the morning. He'd take me to bed and pound the heat out of me.

So much time has passed since then. We were messaging just yesterday about vegetables. He still isn't a friend, but at least I don’t hate him anymore.

This same guy and I vacationed in Cebu-Bohol. To this day, I have not posted any photos from that trip.

He flew to Cebu a day before me. When I arrived, he picked me up at the airport, and the second we got to the hotel, he had most of my clothes off. He said he couldn’t wait 'til after dinner. He came with me straddling him, still partly dressed.

In Manila, we were careful not to be seen together to avoid office gossip. But at the beach, we let our guards down. I think he liked it when other men checked me out while I was with him. Probably stroked his ego.

On our last day in Bohol, I let him shower first because I wanted a few extra minutes outside. When I came back into the room, he was already packed up, standing there with just a towel around his waist. Meanwhile, I was in my bikini, covered in sand, hair dripping. 

He stared at me, shook his head, and said, "Fuck, why do you have to look like that?" Next thing I knew, the towel was on the floor, and he was guiding me to my knees.

He ended up fucking me face down on the bed before jumping back into the shower, because I got sand and tanning oil all over him.

 

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Even if it ends badly. It’s fine as long as both are single… I guess. I’ve known enough people and work long enough to know that secrets usually don’t stay as one. So if one of the two isn’t single or worst, both are married, it would ruin one or both of their personal life and/or career.

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