Published: September 19th 2025, 10:07:42 am
Ignoring My "Chair" At Lunch - The restaurant is alive with noise, but I’m ignoring all of it. I straddle my “special chair” and grind against it, hips pressing harder with every slow bite I take. Flavor melts on my tongue as friction builds between my thighs, my rhythm steady, shameless. All the people blur into nothing while I chase my own pleasure—hungry, shameless, dripping with lust that no one else at the restaurant can touch. Their chatter disappears, the world vanishes—there’s only my body and my hunger. I’m so deep in my own pleasure that I don’t even notice what’s put into my water glass before I bring it to my mouth for a final sip. After that, I head out and get on with my day. @sexyhippiejason