I was a hoe and I’m admitting it. [FM]

I ended a relationship a couple of years ago and decided to fuck just about anything that gave me attention. Some of that included coworkers. Married ones actually. There’s something incredibly hot about sneaking around and satisfying taboo urges.

A friend of mine recently asked how I ended up essentially being shared among a few co-workers and really it was a fast and loose kind of game. Racy “oops” messages via snapchat or just jokes via fb that get… Carried away so to speak. Granted these guys were in different departments, so I didn’t see them face to face everyday, I do wonder how things might have played out otherwise.

The first guy I had heard about, and when he came to me, well it made sense 😂. I flirted with his best friend (“oops that was meant for someone else”) and of course his best friend told him about me (what a good guy!). He was pretty direct about his wants. We chatted a little bit about expectations and preserving our professional faces and eventually he came over to my place after work one night (he is briefly mentioned in a previous post). This guy isn’t normally my type (overweight and grossly conservative), but I was looking to fuck and be used and see what it was really like having multiple men at my disposal. Most of the time I can’t remember his last name… and that’s what I knew him by for the first couple of years we worked together.

Couldn’t help my self … first BBC adventure ! Won’t be the last. [FM]

Last November i was at a bar with some friends post work. We were were all the new recruits for a large e-commerce company. It was last round and we were all calling our Uber’s to head home. One of the new colleagues is a guy called George. He seemed a bit on the shy side … seemed like a nice guy a bit on the nerdy side. He was originally from Spain’s and was black as the night. I had never been with a black guy till that night.

On the way back my place came first and he offered to drop me to my door. I thought that was so cute and said ok. While in my building elevator… the walls of the elevator have a mirror like finish on three sides… I was looking for my house keys and in my drunken state dropped the keys on the elevator floor. As I bent down to pick them up I always sure I could see George’s cock outline in his pants. It looked the size of my for fore arm. I couldn’t help but stare. I’m pretty sure he saw me staring.