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• Oat Milk • Your Milk • My Milk • 🥛I didn’t buy the jumper ..
Published: June 16th 2025, 12:19:22 pm
• Oat Milk • Your Milk • My Milk • 🥛
I didn’t buy the jumper just because it’s cute or because it’s apparently a trend to drink oat milk. I bought it because of the flashback that it gave me. It took me back to the moment when I realised that I like straight forward men. The ones with very little filter who let their mouths blurt out whatever their mind is thinking.
6ft3 (again)
Covered in tattoos (as per)
Gorgeous teeth (essential)
Personality? (Tolerable enough for a night but not a lifetime)
This time his eyes were neither green nor blue. They were as dark as the coffee that I was drinking. So dark that I could barely even make out if he had a soul. His bone structure was so strong that it made my coffee seem weak. The scent of dark oak surrounded his aura and he had scowl lines so prominent that I wanted to f*ck him there and then. Mysterious and reserved with a constant anger about him. I was completely confused as to how on earth I was sitting in a coffee shop with this man. The whole situation felt very disjointed. Our outfits also emphasised that we didn’t fit into the environment. I sat before him in a tight, light-grey maxi dress that hugged my curves as though it was made to measure. Delicate silver jewellery glistening against my slightly bronzed skin and prominent nipple piercings that were clearly distracting him on a rather regular basis. He wasn’t the only one who was distracted. His huge frame was driving me mad. Slumped back in the chair, his entire demeanour oozed comfort & power. Dark grey trousers sat tightly around his thighs and held his crotch in a way that made me want to hold it myself. His shirt. Perfectly ironed, unbuttoned at the neck and literally made to measure.
“A drink to-go” he called over to the waitress. She admired him in a way that portrayed her expression as both awe and fear rolled into one.
“Same again?” she asked, in a beautifully soft tone.
“I’m going to have something different actually” I replied. “I’ve had enough black coffee to keep me up for a week”
Every time I spoke, I could feel him admiring every word that left my mouth. His dark brown eyes absorbing the way that my lips moved when I spoke.
“I would love another coffee please, but a milky one this time. Oat Milk. If you have it”
The waitress nodded politely in acknowledgment to my order.
“… and for yourself sir?”
“Oh I won’t be needing anything with milk or cream in it” he responded. “I’m about to be drinking hers”
My jaw dropped. The waitress let out a nervous giggle once she had gaged my reaction to his completely unexpected and slightly inappropriate comment.
Our eyes met across the table and not one single word was exchanged. I usually like to ensure that I’m the one in control and that I’m the one who wears the trousers but I wasn’t wearing trousers. I was wearing a dress that I feared was now dark grey at the part I had been sitting on for an hour…
Some men want to have their cake and eat it. He wanted to have his milk and drink it.
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