The man of my dreams…
He came into work today, he was picking up a custom for what I thought was his girlfriend, but ended up being his sister.
He was gorgeous. I just have to fucking say that. He was tall, skinny and had short cut blonde hair, blue-ish eyes. He had these high cheek bones and he wore a gray five button cardigan with a white v-neck shirt, dark wash skinny jeans and black, tarnished leather looking ankle high combat boots.
He was wearing a bit of blush, which looked incredible and natural all at once, and some black mascara, but- you know, I like my men to be fucking hot, and he was exactly that. Bright blonde and fucking lightly freckled. God, I wanted to tear him apart right there…
But of course my boss swept him away before I got a chance to say anything to him. When he came back (he had to pay me), I found myself being TOO NERVOUS to talk to him. That never fucking happens, I felt like a stupid cunt.
God, he had like this sweet little bitch voice, light and fem, but not like fucking… a girl, or like he was trying too hard. It just fit him. He payed and just walked out - just like fucking that.
If I never see him again, my life will never be the same.
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