Living My Own Truth

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He came into the firm as a Junior partner that summer; an absolutely brilliant one. Good looking, hardworking, personable, did crazy things like fix his own car, and budget. But there was over a 7 year age gap, and there surely wasn't a chance in hell this guy would want to chill out with simple old me and my boring suburban life. Summer flew by, and before I knew it, he was growing fast within the company and his name was becoming a buzz. Just so happened he was putting in some work over the weekend, we finally got the chance to talk and connect as I assisted him, and much to our mutual surprise, we ended up sharing a kiss... not just any old kiss but the kiss of a lifetime. It was right and it was good. We started out with laughter from our conversation I turned around and found his face, and his mouth was already waiting like a question. I’m not going to make it out to be something that it wasn’t: It was perfect—Titus’s soft lips against the bite of the wet and sugary Coca cola still on our tongues. Feeling his tongue slide inside my mouth, it did more than just not stop me. I kissed me back and as he’s kissing me, Once, twice, right up until I’d had a good taste and realized, I’ll never have enough. That’s when his lips seemed to be everywhere, up my back and over my arms and suddenly he’s kissing me harder, deeper, and with a fervent urgent need I’ve never known before. Needless to say we've been a thing ever since.

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