Woke up today with my sheets tangled and my head full of last night's dream. It wasn't about a client. It was about the new barista at the corner café—the one with the shy smile and rough hands. In the dream, I wasn't working. I was just a girl in a sundress, and he was just a man who pulled me into the stockroom. The fantasy was so… ordinary, yet so raw. The scent of coffee beans, the chill of the metal shelf against my bare ass, the way he would have muffled my moans with his mouth before filling my pussy right there, surrounded by sacks of espresso. Sometimes the hottest scenes aren't in expensive suites, but in the messy, forbidden corners of everyday life. Makes me wonder… what’s your most unexpected fantasy?