Freya
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I had told myself I wouldn’t consider it. Especially when guilt had gnawed at my heart all through the night. I had asked myself a thousand times, how could I have allowed Jonathan eat me out.
I arrived at my workplace. Sauntering towards my office, I responded to greeting that came my way.
My office was calm. I had always loved it. But not today. My thoughts felt louder here, offering little to no escape.
As I buried myself in work, Jonathan’s words echoed in my head. Think about it.
I was responding to emails, when I caught myself closing the tab, and opening a new one.
My fingers hovered over the keyboard for a while before I typed anal plugs in the search bar.
I tapped my fingers on the desk as the page loaded. Images filled my screen. Different sizes, different colo
