On [M]y O[f]fice Desk

A couple years back I was 27 and engaged to a girl who liked to fuck anytime, anywhere. At the time, I was working long hours trying to keep up with the industry I was in, managing my department and my facility. That entailed working nights and weekends, so from time to time my fiancee would join me at work to keep me company.

One Sunday afternoon I’d been working for a few hours, and she’d been reading, when she started playing with herself. It took me a few minutes to realize, but eventually I caught the wet sound of her fingers in her pussy. I was immediately hard.

My desk was a large affair – an L shape about 5 foot across in each side. To the right was my computer, to the front was open surface, and across the surface were two chairs, where she sat in one with a leg up on the other. She was wearing a blue and white dress with cowgirl boots on, and apparently no panties. I could see exactly what I wanted.

I Knew It Fro[M] the Start

So, I can’t say that this is a story I’m proud of, or ever expected to share, but perhaps it belongs here.

Several years ago, I was in a long distance relationship. Maybe it would’ve lasted, maybe it wouldn’t have, but I know I killed it dead.

This is the story of the one and only time I’ve ever cheated.

It was spring, and I had one of my best friend’s weddings to attend (be in), so I flew home. I spent a couple days with my girlfriend, and then, because she had to work, went off to the wedding alone (a couple hours away). That night was the rehearsal dinner, and the next day would be the wedding.

Within an hour of getting to the rehearsal, I knew what would happen that night.

I was matched up to a bridesmaid that was a firecracker. She was cute (5’8″, nice big ass, small breasts, red hair), but her personality is what drew me in. She had attitude. She was confident. And she didn’t give a shit. We immediately started cracking jokes.

[M]y [F]irst Crush

Many years ago, all the way back in first grade, I had a crush on this one girl… Let’s call her ‘S’. S and I, we would sit together every day during recess and talk. Side by side, watching the other kids play. She was my favorite person. This continued for years, up until third grade when she (in that schoolyard kind of way) began dating ‘J’. Over time, our friendship faded, and school and time continued on unabated.

Twenty years later, I’d moved back to my home town after college, and I received a Facebook message from ‘S’. It was strange, having not talked to her in almost ten years, but we fell into a rhythm and before long decided that we needed to get drinks.

Well, it was a busy time of year for her, and we could never match schedules or energy levels, until one night she said – ‘just come hang out at my place, I don’t feel like going out, but don’t feel like missing a chance to hang out.’

And so, a full two decades after having my first crush on this girl, I walked into her apartment. We sat and talked, we laughed and teased, until finally her hand landed above my knee.