Seduced by curves

You've always had a pretty run-of-the-mill life. You have a good job, a great apartment, and you've enjoyed being independent for years while focusing on your career. During this time, you've had a few fleeting relationships, but nothing ever stuck. You prefer keeping things casual so that you aren't distracted. You're laser-focused on work, using sex only as a means to an end (and not giving a lot of thought to the women in your wake).

You wake up, like you do every Monday, at precisely 6:00 am. It's the 5th, which means that rent is due. You find your thoughts drifting to your landlady, London, as you pull your morning espresso.

London took over your lease a few months ago and made it a point to visit her new tenant. Your breath quickens as you think about the day that she showed up at your door. The way your name rolled off her tongue like she was savouring every syllable did a number on you. You've made it a point since then to hand-deliver your rent cheques (yes, cheques) just to get some more face time with her. Every time you interact, you find yourself visualizing her supple lips against your skin. It doesn't help that her outfits feel like they're picked to tease you.

You're shaken out of your daydream by the feeling of your dick hardening. You know that you have to leave for work, but you might have time to drop off your rent cheque before you do.