His scent hits me. It’s ripe and feral… that bitch is in heat. My nostrils flare and my cock fucking throbs. I smell his desperation to be bred. I get closer and feel his heat - my primal instincts are taking over. I won’t be stopped. I need to fuck.
HR’s been on my ass telling me watch my tone so some fragile snowflake doesn’t cry in the break room.
Fuck that
I’m a man
I’m not changing for you
I don’t need your approval
I won’t tiptoe around your delicate little feelings
Deal with it or fuck off