Many people have thought and fantasized about having sex at workplace. But more often than not, a pleasant distraction to make the long hard days more tolerable. I, for example, work at a pulp mill during shutdowns. Being surrounded by men of all ages, different trades, professions. And more often than not, they’re not from town.
It’s sexually stimulating. I get paid to watch men. Ensure their safety. My mind tends to wander on what it would be like to sneak off to a secluded part of the dirty, massive, maze-like mill. Letting him bend me over, grabbing my hair, and using me to his advantage is more than a fantasy. Because at any given time, with calculated moves— it could become a reality. Some of the men are dirty, hard working professionals. A couple of months ago I got cat called in an elevator and had my ass slapped by some dirty contractor. The good side of me was appalled by such behavior, but the bad side of me was turned on by the spontaneous action in such a confined space. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t tempted to push the emergency button, get down onto my knees, lick up his shaft and wrap my lips around his cock. Balls deep. Running my tongue along the head of his penis while watching his reaction. I wouldn’t stop until I was gagging. I don’t know what was stopping me, perhaps the risk. But then again that’s what gets the blood pumping in all the right places. Adrenaline. One day, it’s a goal of mine to achieve what I want and how I want it. It’s a reassuring thought that one day, I’ll work up the courage to respond to some of the catcalls/compliments by some of my colleagues with actions that would leave them breathless. After all, actions speak louder than words, right?
I think what provokes workplace sex, is having to be discreet. The risk. People you see all around town, or people who don’t even know their way around town. Discreetness is a huge turn on for me, I often have this dream about being at work, and one of the welders working on a vessel leans me on the edge of the platform, and instead of getting a lunch break he just eats me out instead since I call the shots after all. It may not be an ideal place or time, but the fact that it’s oh so possible is a thought that’s hard to shake. I want to be left shaking, quivering, and begging for more with a wet pussy leaving me uncomfortable as I perform my day-to-day tasks.
Being unprofessional in a professional environment is something everybody thinks about. The most professional of people often have thoughts that could linger, even thoughts they’re ashamed of. What I want to do is turn those ideas into a reality. I’m only 19; many don’t get over the fact I’m so young, but there’s pleasure in knowing that wrong could feel so right.