Dear Moi,
It's been a minute, hasn't it? So much has happened. Professionally, I've just been handed a 9K increase for my new responsibilities. While it's not quite the industry standard for a director, it's a hell of a lot more than what the other new directors got—they're still making more than me thanks to tenure, but their raises were less than half of mine. A little secret, the perks of being friends with the HR boss gives you some very useful information. It’s a small victory, but a sweet one.
On a much more personal, and far more thrilling note, the trysts with my ex are still very much a thing. In fact, just a little while ago, he gave me head inside my office. I had to close my door and pretend to be on a very important, and very nonsensical, call for the benefit of my staff right outside.
Talk about a fever dream turned reality. It was a breathless, clandestine moment. He claims I'm his stress reliever from his toxic work and academic life. And I, the willing squeeze ball, can't argue with that. He's a good sucker with a taste for jungle juice. It's an intoxicating mix of power and pleasure, and a delicious distraction from the mundane.
This feels like a monumental moment, something I had to memorialize. My first blowjob at the office, during office hours. It's exhilarating and I'm living for it, but I'm also guarding my heart.
Exciting times, indeed.
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