Office Team-Building Turns Taboo: My Colleague’s Jealousy Ignites Wild Sex
Drive to the office parking lot. Silence thick. No word on him spying through my apartment window the other night. […]
Drive to the office parking lot. Silence thick. No word on him spying through my apartment window the other night. […]
Sébastien’s office hums. Printer whirs in the corner. Coffee scent lingers, mixed with my perfume. I’m checking accounts. Eyes heavy.
Conference room door clicks shut. Locked. Printer hums outside, relentless. Mouse clicks echo from open space. Coffee scent mixes with
Parking lot. Friday dusk. Windows down. Lilac breeze fights exhaust fumes. I park my Twingo. Skirt hikes up thighs. Laptop
Two fat dossiers glare at me. Open-space hums. Printer whirs endlessly. Mouse clicks echo. I steal glances at Mark, that
Printer hums in the corner. Coffee scent mixes with my perfume. Jean and I hunch over reports in the conference
Boss’s office. Campus dead during spring break. Printer hums low. Door clicks locked. Coffee stench mixes with my sharp perfume.
About a year ago, I was a 20-year-old office intern. Ambitious. Routine days: spreadsheets, gym, coffee runs. But virgin. Bi.
Printer hums faintly down the hall. Open space deserted. Saturday night, colleagues gone. Coffee stench mixes with my perfume. Heart
The restaurant owner interrupts our dinner, asking if we enjoyed the meal. Julien chats politely. We head out. Night has