There’s something about fucking someplace you shouldn’t that just turns me on.
Recently, a gentleman friend of mine met me at my office during off-hours for the sole purpose of bending me over the conference table.

There’s something about fucking someplace you shouldn’t that just turns me on.
Recently, a gentleman friend of mine met me at my office during off-hours for the sole purpose of bending me over the conference table.

I’ve mentioned before that when I let my mind wander, it often wanders right into the gutter. Naturally, during a long work day I tend to think about the possibilities for fun…whether it is a particularly intriguing colleague or a conference table that is the perfect height to sit a girl up on and just go to work.