I was in Florence for work this summer, and was out shopping for purses one day in a cute, cute dress. I stopped in this one shop with a creepy, pushy, flirty, older, chubby guy working in it.

He kept saying I could be his “special friend” and get a good discount on a purse.

And they were good discounts… they kept getting better. “If you were my ‘special friend’ you’d have a new purse every day.”

I remember feeling a bit aroused by how confident he was, and how he perfectly fit my secret, hidden fantasy of an ugly bastard owning me.

It’s been almost six months, and I still get myself off imagining what would’ve happened if I said yes.

Would I take him in the back room, hop on a table and lift my skirt, letting him finger me? In many of my fantasies, I imagine him later telling me his store camera caught everything. Using that to make me give in and let him do dirtier things with me. I hope he finds this, remembers me, and invites me back to be his needy little freak, and laughs at me for the rest of my days about how I gave up my life because I couldn’t control my desire for this fantasy.

Whew… I am… 🥵💦💦