Work. Defines so much of who I am. From college to relentlessly powering away in the office for the better part of two decades I made my way up the corporate chain and continue to do so, all because I’m a fucking workaholic.
One of my kinks is this right here.
Office sex. My god, the amount of time I think about both these worlds – work and sex. The two collide in a world of dipping the pen in company ink has always been a non-starter with me. No fucking way.
Still, don’t think I don’t notice when the sexy little new intern that shakes her ass. The Alpha female boss that makes you hate her some much you just want to grab her by the hair and fuck the living shit out of her until she submits to your male ego.
Fuck. I cannot express the depth of how bad I want this and don’t at the same time. But lust will always win out given that chance. Late night everyone is gone type situation where I get to fill that fantasy. Company ink be damned.
One day. I will throw some sexy bitch up on my desk and eat her, flip her over, and fuck the living daylights out of her right across red mahogany.
Til then. I just love the idea.