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Disclaimer: This happened on my 34th birthday. Better posted late than not at all.

Earlier in the month, I made plans for my birthday with this guy I recently started seeing (we’ll call him Patrick): we had reservations to go to my favorite Italian restaurant and drinks/dancing after at a nearby club. I had my entire birthday outfit planned, from my new cocktail dress, the black stilettos and super expensive lacy lingerie. At the last minute, I decided to ditch my thong and head out the door.

I waited in the lobby for Patrick to pick me up. 15 minutes passed, then half an hour. After 45 minutes, I called him 3 times – went straight to voicemail. I didn’t feel like spending my birthday alone so as a last resort, I called my co-worker (we’ll call him Max) who lived just a few blocks away. I’ve had a crush on Max since he started at my job, but I didn’t dare say anything. After hearing my sad story, he offered to pick up take out and meet me at my place.

After dinner and a lot of alcohol, Max turns on some music and I get up and dance. I saw him watching me, grinning from ear to ear. And then I remembered: **oh fuck, I’m not wearing any underwear.** Max didn’t seem to mind. Feeling super turned on by his reaction, I told Max to lay down on the couch, face up. He asked why, and I simply said “Birthday girl gets the birthday seat”. I lowered myself onto his face and I felt Max’s tongue slide up and down my pussy. It was amazing. Hearing him slurp up my juices after I came made me feel like a fucking goddess. Screw the consequences, I needed his dick in me. I unzipped his pants, straddled him and rode him hard. He asked “I’m confused, is it MY birthday?” We had a good laugh before we fucked in every room of my apartment.

I woke up the next morning with Max next to me,… And 7 missed calls from Patrick. Whoops.

NSFW: yes

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