lechepicha
Prince of the Rotten Milk
recently i had an opportunity... but i blew it 
Have You Ever Had an Office Affair / sex with a co-worker ?
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This is very true... I did it once, thought it was just a hook up, the girl though we were going to start dating. It kicked off a rather unpleasant 8 months of me getting the evil eye every day in the office. Tread carefully with office romance.
You had an affair with the stockroom of a supermarket! You lucky guy!
Yes, quite often, and have developed a couple long term relationships at work. And everything ended well, or as well as can be once the relationship was over, as they did not effect our work environment.
I've had sex at work with a co-worker, I had her bend over against the lockers in what was known as my "office", it was near closing time.
I've had sex at work with a co-worker, I had her bend over against the lockers in what was known as my "office", it was near closing time.
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You had an affair with the stockroom of a supermarket! You lucky guy!
Oh yeah, it was fucking hot. During lunch I would slide the health and safety award to one side revealing this hole in the wall that the owners had decided not to fix but instead to cover up with the aforementioned award. And, yeah I would fuck the hole. No lube, no spit just a nice dry hump until I came within the cavity of the wall.
My co-workers at the time would all stand around and take bets on how long I would last and to be honest it wasn't very long. Be it the pressure, the pain or just the fact that the wall was a complete slut. I would blast in no time. Then whoever had won would parade around the stock room reveling in such a mighty win. Whilst I exhausted feeling both extreme pleasure and intense pain would lie there on the dirty unswept floor with a distant smile on my face semi-conscious and euphoric.
After about a month of non-stop "action" of once maybe twice a day the wall began to emit a rather pungent smell that would radiate throughout the stockroom especially on hot days. So much so that it got so bad that on more than one occasion customers passing by the entrance to the back room would faint - overcome by the rancid, rotting smell that radiated from within.
So of course it was my job as the main culprit of this abomination - as the manager said - I of course had to clean the hole out.
Now whilst I had strong feelings towards this hole. Strong enough to call them loving feelings. The smell that emanated from that hole had put me off for weeks. I'm sorry but a smelly hole just isn't going to cut the mustard on my toad in the hole. And so as I approached the hole and by the blood stains that were surrounding the hole itself I knew she had had over the past couple of weeks "other" gentlemen callers. All of whom had not worn protection and all of whom from what I could tell weren't used to fucking brick walls.
As I got closer the wall looked strange almost as though the surrounding area was crumbling and when I proded it with a stick a fair amount fell away. Showing quite a lot of the insides of the wall. I was shocked and I'm sure so was she. But something caught my attention. Something that looked like it was moving. As I prodded it further it seemed to shrink back up into the wall trying to stay safe and warm. I thought it was a rat or mouse or owl . . . something that could delve into walls, owls can do that right?
Anyway, about an hour or twos worth of digging I almost had it. But it always had gotten away from me. Until one hit with the hammer and the entire wall seemingly fell in upon itself exposing the outside world and the carpark on the other side. But, that wasn't all, standing before me covered in brick and what looked like month old semen was what can only be described as a half man, half wall hybrid of some sort.
As you can imagine I was shocked. The bitch told me she was on the pill!
Of course I murdered the child and buried the remains on a building site.
It was for the best.
tartanterrier
Is somewhere outhere.
Yep I did and it lasted for 4 years until I done the dirty
in Ireland on another job :o Can't win'em all eh?? :1orglaugh
in Ireland on another job :o Can't win'em all eh?? :1orglaugh
Yep. Little cutie was 18 and I was 24. She would always flirt with me and of course I couldn't help but play along. One Saturday night, the two of us and another girl were working the late shift (fast food resturant). I had to send her home at 8, and the other home at 10, leaving me by myself for the next two hours. About a half hour before closing, they both came back to hang out with me until I closed. They had been out partying before and I could tell that they were up to something. After I closed up, I had some paperwork to do in the office and the other girl, who was 21, said she had to go. That left the two of us alone. We were talking a bit and she asked me if I had plans tonight. I didn't and she said, "So then, do you want to fuck?", with a sly grin on her face. That's all I had to hear and we proceeded to fuck each other's brains out in the managers office.
From then on, while we weren't officially dating, because she knew her parents would think I was a bit old for her, we just hung out, went to movies, stuff like that. Definately fucked around alot, but eventually we both felt that we wanted to start dating other people. So we broke it off and a couple months later she went away to college. Best summer ever.
From then on, while we weren't officially dating, because she knew her parents would think I was a bit old for her, we just hung out, went to movies, stuff like that. Definately fucked around alot, but eventually we both felt that we wanted to start dating other people. So we broke it off and a couple months later she went away to college. Best summer ever.
StanScratch
My Penis Is Dancing!
Oh yeah, it was fucking hot. During lunch I would slide the health and safety award to one side revealing this hole in the wall that the owners had decided not to fix but instead to cover up with the aforementioned award. And, yeah I would fuck the hole. No lube, no spit just a nice dry hump until I came within the cavity of the wall.
My co-workers at the time would all stand around and take bets on how long I would last and to be honest it wasn't very long. Be it the pressure, the pain or just the fact that the wall was a complete slut. I would blast in no time. Then whoever had won would parade around the stock room reveling in such a mighty win. Whilst I exhausted feeling both extreme pleasure and intense pain would lie there on the dirty unswept floor with a distant smile on my face semi-conscious and euphoric.
After about a month of non-stop "action" of once maybe twice a day the wall began to emit a rather pungent smell that would radiate throughout the stockroom especially on hot days. So much so that it got so bad that on more than one occasion customers passing by the entrance to the back room would faint - overcome by the rancid, rotting smell that radiated from within.
So of course it was my job as the main culprit of this abomination - as the manager said - I of course had to clean the hole out.
Now whilst I had strong feelings towards this hole. Strong enough to call them loving feelings. The smell that emanated from that hole had put me off for weeks. I'm sorry but a smelly hole just isn't going to cut the mustard on my toad in the hole. And so as I approached the hole and by the blood stains that were surrounding the hole itself I knew she had had over the past couple of weeks "other" gentlemen callers. All of whom had not worn protection and all of whom from what I could tell weren't used to fucking brick walls.
As I got closer the wall looked strange almost as though the surrounding area was crumbling and when I proded it with a stick a fair amount fell away. Showing quite a lot of the insides of the wall. I was shocked and I'm sure so was she. But something caught my attention. Something that looked like it was moving. As I prodded it further it seemed to shrink back up into the wall trying to stay safe and warm. I thought it was a rat or mouse or owl . . . something that could delve into walls, owls can do that right?
Anyway, about an hour or twos worth of digging I almost had it. But it always had gotten away from me. Until one hit with the hammer and the entire wall seemingly fell in upon itself exposing the outside world and the carpark on the other side. But, that wasn't all, standing before me covered in brick and what looked like month old semen was what can only be described as a half man, half wall hybrid of some sort.
As you can imagine I was shocked. The bitch told me she was on the pill!
Of course I murdered the child and buried the remains on a building site.
It was for the best.
Daddy?
i have had a fucking relationship with a receptionist from my work for almost two years now...probably hook up once every couple months or so...the best is when we have sneaked out and done it while at work
As long as all parties are on agreement what is expected and are will to deal with the 'what if we are caught' type BS that can fall out if exposed, then go for it. Both of us are/were single and not looking for more then a hook up out of each other so it is all good.
As long as all parties are on agreement what is expected and are will to deal with the 'what if we are caught' type BS that can fall out if exposed, then go for it. Both of us are/were single and not looking for more then a hook up out of each other so it is all good.
BAYAMONXXX
Land Of The Snakes
Yeah it lasted a couple months funny thing is her boyfriend probably knew about it. he always gave me dirty looks but never step up to me what a bitch!
One time my boss told me to shove my opinions up my ass. I thought, wow, pretty straightforward of him. So I wrote them down on a piece of paper in front of him. Winked at him in a subtle way. Pulled my pants down and said about how I hope it fulfills his paper fetish in orifices.
Paper cuts the next day did not feel all that good. but it gave me a raise, and a guarantee I will never ever get fired there! Because he told me he never wants to see me again. But! did not say I was fired...
Paper cuts the next day did not feel all that good. but it gave me a raise, and a guarantee I will never ever get fired there! Because he told me he never wants to see me again. But! did not say I was fired...
Hey-hey-hey! I told you NEVER to call me that! :nono:
Back to the pit with you now.
I once had an affair with myself at work, and the stapler was involved. Does that count?
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