until I realized that he ripped them. Good Lord. He had a smirk on his face.
Thank God I have spare clothes. I’m going home early.
“Have a seat Joshua.” I motioned to him to sit on the couch.
I opened my closet and pulled out a camisole with another blouse and put them on. I still felt weird with no bra on my big bare breasts. I sat on the opposite side in the love seat with a small table that held some magazines. He gave me a puzzled look when I sat down, but didn’t say anything.
I sat on the edge and proceeded, “So, what I am about to tell you, I’d like to stay in this room. The only reason that I’m contemplating telling you this, is because you don’t seem to hear me when I say, I can’t do this.” I point between me and him.
He raised an eyebrow at me and said, “You have my attention and my word that this will stay between us.”
“Great. This is a little embarrassing for me, but you’ve left me no other choice.” I sighed, “I have Herpes Simplex 2.”
I paused and waited for him to leave, make a disgusted face and run to wash his hands or something. He just stared at me, so I kept talking.
“I contracted it when I was young, but I just got diagnosed about a year ago.”
He looked thoughtfully at me and asked, “Was that the day you bumped into me in the elevator?”
I nodded my head, “Yes, yes, that was the day. That was why I was crying.”
He nodded his head and kept silent. I continued.
“So, you see why I can’t do this. You know, be physical or anything with you.”
“Not really.”
“Well, Herpes Simplex 2 is a disease that never goes away, my strand usually comes on the body near the genital area or below the waist. I would never…”
“Samantha, I know all about Herpes strands 1 and 2. You don’t need to explain.”
“Right, but you said, you didn’t understand.”
“No, what I don’t understand is why we can’t be physical because you have herpes?”
“No, well, I know we can literally be physical, but most people don’t want to have anything to do with diseased people.”
“What the fuck? Don’t ever talk about yourself like that. You aren’t diseased people. It’s a fucking virus and shit happens. There is nothing to do about it now but live your fucking life,” he spit out. “You don’t have to be a monk or a nun. Fuck people and their issues. If I ever hear you refer to yourself like that again, I will spank your sweet ass, you hear me?”
Oh shit. I think I just came again. He got up off the couch and pulled me up so I was pressed against him. I put my hands on his chest as a defense, as he looked down at me with a scowl on his face.
“Do you hear me sweetheart?” He asked softly, while squeezing my ass with both hands.
“Yes,” I gazed up at him.
“You like that, don’t you?”
“Like what?”
He swatted my ass and said, “Me spanking your ass, you taking my punishments, and begging for more.”
I swayed further into him and purred, “Yeess.”
“I knew you would. Fuck, my dick is so hard for you right now.” He swatted my ass again.
I poked it out for him to do it again.
He growled.
“Mmmm, I got to get out of here, before this whole office knows you like me spanking that ass.”
I smiled at him.
“Goddamn, I’ve been waiting for that look for a year. You pressed up against me, looking at me like I’m all yours.”
I raised one eyebrow at him and he said, “You’ll see one day soon. I’m all yours.”
What the hell?
“What medication does the doctor have you taking? The one you take daily or the one you take when you feel like you’re going to get an outbreak?” he asked.
He knew an awful lot about this process. I just learned most of what I know and that was because I was diagnosed with it.
“I take mine daily.”
“Good, that one is better. Where on your body do you get your outbreaks? The genital area or other places?”
“I used to get them on the lips of my vagina, but not anymore. Mostly,
Thank God I have spare clothes. I’m going home early.
“Have a seat Joshua.” I motioned to him to sit on the couch.
I opened my closet and pulled out a camisole with another blouse and put them on. I still felt weird with no bra on my big bare breasts. I sat on the opposite side in the love seat with a small table that held some magazines. He gave me a puzzled look when I sat down, but didn’t say anything.
I sat on the edge and proceeded, “So, what I am about to tell you, I’d like to stay in this room. The only reason that I’m contemplating telling you this, is because you don’t seem to hear me when I say, I can’t do this.” I point between me and him.
He raised an eyebrow at me and said, “You have my attention and my word that this will stay between us.”
“Great. This is a little embarrassing for me, but you’ve left me no other choice.” I sighed, “I have Herpes Simplex 2.”
I paused and waited for him to leave, make a disgusted face and run to wash his hands or something. He just stared at me, so I kept talking.
“I contracted it when I was young, but I just got diagnosed about a year ago.”
He looked thoughtfully at me and asked, “Was that the day you bumped into me in the elevator?”
I nodded my head, “Yes, yes, that was the day. That was why I was crying.”
He nodded his head and kept silent. I continued.
“So, you see why I can’t do this. You know, be physical or anything with you.”
“Not really.”
“Well, Herpes Simplex 2 is a disease that never goes away, my strand usually comes on the body near the genital area or below the waist. I would never…”
“Samantha, I know all about Herpes strands 1 and 2. You don’t need to explain.”
“Right, but you said, you didn’t understand.”
“No, what I don’t understand is why we can’t be physical because you have herpes?”
“No, well, I know we can literally be physical, but most people don’t want to have anything to do with diseased people.”
“What the fuck? Don’t ever talk about yourself like that. You aren’t diseased people. It’s a fucking virus and shit happens. There is nothing to do about it now but live your fucking life,” he spit out. “You don’t have to be a monk or a nun. Fuck people and their issues. If I ever hear you refer to yourself like that again, I will spank your sweet ass, you hear me?”
Oh shit. I think I just came again. He got up off the couch and pulled me up so I was pressed against him. I put my hands on his chest as a defense, as he looked down at me with a scowl on his face.
“Do you hear me sweetheart?” He asked softly, while squeezing my ass with both hands.
“Yes,” I gazed up at him.
“You like that, don’t you?”
“Like what?”
He swatted my ass and said, “Me spanking your ass, you taking my punishments, and begging for more.”
I swayed further into him and purred, “Yeess.”
“I knew you would. Fuck, my dick is so hard for you right now.” He swatted my ass again.
I poked it out for him to do it again.
He growled.
“Mmmm, I got to get out of here, before this whole office knows you like me spanking that ass.”
I smiled at him.
“Goddamn, I’ve been waiting for that look for a year. You pressed up against me, looking at me like I’m all yours.”
I raised one eyebrow at him and he said, “You’ll see one day soon. I’m all yours.”
What the hell?
“What medication does the doctor have you taking? The one you take daily or the one you take when you feel like you’re going to get an outbreak?” he asked.
He knew an awful lot about this process. I just learned most of what I know and that was because I was diagnosed with it.
“I take mine daily.”
“Good, that one is better. Where on your body do you get your outbreaks? The genital area or other places?”
“I used to get them on the lips of my vagina, but not anymore. Mostly,
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