I could never stop myself from getting horny at work. It seemed as though I would start the day normally enough, dead inside and trying to erase the look of dread off my face. But then by the end of the day I would be a literal tiger, wanting to fuck anything and everything in sight before I left the office, and since I was always the last one out of the building it was very seldom someone saw that side of me, and I was able to keep it to myself as I went to the next destination, be it home or the bar, or even somewhere else. I knew that while other people were present, I could control my urges and feelings, or could I?
A new boss started one breezy Spring day. He was around my age and physically fit with the exception of a cute little pooch belly that must have been the victim of drinking parties with “The Squad”. He had legs that were nice and thin, black hair that he would always comb into a nice little flame design in the front, an ass that looked ripe for spanking, and muscular arms. Despite the fact that he looked like he would probably tear down the government as we knew it one day, my bisexual heart fluttered every time I saw him walk by my desk.