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    Thirty minutes on and I was completely absorbed with the virtual interior design feature I had discovered on the Ikea website. I practically redesigned my entire apartment using products I didn’t even know existed but suddenly couldn’t comprehend going without, my house simply wouldn’t be complete.  Glancing at the shopping cart on the left hand side of my screen, I bite my bottom lip nervously, I had far too many items in there, none of which were Dana’s lamp.  

    The lamp itself was several years old, I knew I’d be pushing my luck but I jotted down the store’s number hoping they might still store some of their older inventory. I tried not to give too much thought as to why I was going to such lengths, my reasoning was that I owed it to her after giving away her lamp, it’s the least I could do.

    “Alice”

    I glanced up and found Dana at the threshold of my office.

    “Can I come in?” she asked, walking in before I even had the chance to respond.

    She claimed a spot on my inspiration sofa. I came up with some of my greatest ideas while slumping on that sofa, I knew my friends would argue otherwise though.

    Sitting there right in the centre she looked at me, her blue eyes making me shift in my chair anxiously. I had this growing suspicion that there was more behind her visit. We’ve had minimal contact for eleven months and suddenly she’s in my apartment, touching my things, sitting on my inspiration sofa – the same sofa we were on more than one occasion inspired to get sexy on. I blush recalling the many positions we adopted while trying to find the most comfortable yet fulfilling one. We discover it was the very spot she was sitting on now. I knew that spot would always be our inspiration spot, strictly reserved for her and I. She looked good sitting there too, but I knew she’d look a hundred times better if she were naked with me straddling her while I rode her hard and fast inspiring a mind-blowing orgasm.

    The sound of her clearing throat was all it took to snap me out of my lust induced trance. Looking up I found that she was also blushing.

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    1. Thank you ally4cleo. This was funny and sweet! I love your writing, I love Danish and I love reading about Danish! Please, don’t leave us without them for too long!!

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