I shared a fantasy about [a sexy coworker](https://www.reddit.com/r/SluttyConfessions/comments/9xd7ke/i_want_to_fuck_my_coworker/?st=JOIXRRE3&sh=ad27955e) in an earlier post. While I enjoy the feedback, I must make it clear that it’s just a fantasy, and not one I ever intend to act on.
Still, while I’m here, I might as well tell you about the times I *did* shag a coworker, shouldn’t I?
In my early 20s, I worked as a barista at a place I’ll call the Candy Shop. It was here that I met two of the sweetest lovers I ever had. And now that we’ve got that bad joke out of the way, let’s begin.
It was a regular day in the Shop, when a group of new trainees came in. They walked past us, and I took little note of them as I wasn’t having a particularly good day that day. On their way out, however, one of the women, a bubbly, short-haired specimen of black femininity named Ann, marched right up to me and suggested I should smile. Taken aback, I could really do little more than scowl and respond harshly (told you I was having a bad day), but as I saw more of her, and she got to know everyone in the place, I started to look at Ann a bit differently. As you may have guessed, we exchanged numbers and I asked her out.