The sweetest part of me

Photo: Akif Hakan Celebi

I have done it again. I masturbated at work. Not at my desk. In the toilet's cubicle. I did it in the afternoon.
Toilets in my new office are beautiful - sandy stone and wooden doors. Soundproof (I hope).
The cubicle is so spacious I can comfortably stretch my legs on a door.
Today was a busy day - I was preparing a sale proposal for our biggest client. There was pressure. Power point slides required pedantic attention. The side effect - naughty thoughts.
Sitting on the closed toilet bowl, leaning back,  with my skirt up at my waist and closed eyes. Nothing matters. I think about Adam. I imagine him in my kitchen, lifting me and placing gently on the counter, kissing my neck greedily, and moving down towards that sweet part of me that by now is very moist.

Noise brings me back - I look around and notice a gold button spinning on the floor. It must have sprung off my skirt while I was tensing my pelvis. I swear loudly and immidiately laugh at my luck. The mood is ruined.

Sexy Secretary on ice

I can’t wait any longer and the next evening I text my new ‘employer’:

BbG: Hey, how is my favourite boss? x

(a reply comes instantly)

Adam: Hey dancing queen. Yes, I’m good thanks, just buried in work and crazy deadlines at the moment. We should definitely dance again soon. This week is a bit tricky but the dancefloor is beckoning.x

(Wow, he calls me a dancing queen. Sweet. Or maybe he’s been sarcastic – I was rather shit at dancing MC Hammer…I think for a moment about what to say – normally I would have been offended by such a brush off but I sense he must be busy - I’ve googled his and his mate’s first names, plus a word ‘comedy’, and found they sketches on BBC’s website. Funny stuff.)

BbG: That will be great – I love dancing! Work hard and secure some free time for me :)

Adam: OK, just no writing about me on your blog :)

(I laugh but then panic - I could swear I hadn't mentioned the blog at the party.)

BbG: Did I tell you about the blog?? I must have missed important information – I stopped writing it few months ago, when I stopped dating. What else did I blab out?

Adam: I’m only joking. You told my friend about it. I thought it was funny. There was no blabbing. Why have you ‘stopped dating’?

(Ha. I must have been drunk. I was drunk.)

BbG: Oh, ok. Why did you think it was funny? Dating on line is like a Russian roulette. And men there are weird. Have you tried?

Adam: Oh I see, online dating. I did once years ago and didn’t like it. I prefer to be attracted to people in real life rather then computer pics. We’ll have to discuss over a drink (and a dance!) x

BbG: Sure. I’m looking forward to that x    

So that’s how I got put on ice. Never mind – (dating) life goes on…