Stress Relief [Open]
The clock chimes twice in a seedy bar on the edge of town, where an uncomfortable-looking young man sits squished between two beefy patrons at the counter. He quietly nurses a drink and keeps to himself, strange blue eyes wandering around. He’s clearly out of his element, but that doesn’t stop him from searching for a warm body to go home with.
It threw him off for a moment, her out of the blue confession. “I can’t p-prom-mise love, but sex? Th-that I can do,” Techie said, shy even as he fumbled with his shirt and dropped it to the floor. He pulled Sarah in for another scorching kiss.
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