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I am still way too infatuated with my co-worker. It's not healthy. He's dating this girl and hasn't been talking about her, but he's started mentioning her in random conversations and every single time I get this PANG in the pit of my stomach. I almost start sweating and shaking. I'm so fucking jealous. We sit next to each other for 8 hours a day and I'm the first he shows anything randomly funny he's found on Twitter or whatever but then he goes straight to send it to her. And I can see his screen and they're talking all day everyday and he's downplaying it but I think it's going pretty well for them.
But then we're fucking laughing until tears are happening and we're on the same wavelength and he asks all the right questions. And he obviously knows that I don't really talk about my shit with anyone else because he never asks personal questions when the others are in the office. When we're alone we talk about so much other stuff and there's so much eye contact and he does that thing where you look in someones eyes and then look at their lips and then up again - repeat ad nauseum - and that never happens if you're not thinking about kissing someone.
And I think he feels the chemistry too but I don't know what his motivation is for pulling back. We've talked about how he feels like he notices everything, and especially physical touch, and we used to like rest our legs together when I'd watch something on his screen. Or his arm would continually touch mine when he'd show me something on mine. He stopped that. He stopped that intentionally enough that I can tell the difference.
And it would be so stupid for anything to happen - we sit next to each other every fucking day, we work so closely together on projects and I LOVE my job. It's my dream and I've worked so hard to get here. I don't want to fuck it up in any way. So it's probably better this way.
It's just so incredibly hard when all I think about is kissing him.
I work in the pharmaceutical industry. As most people know, pharma sales reps are quite attractive, (especially the females). In a former pharma company I worked for, I met the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. There was a mutual attraction the moment we met. Problem was, I was married and she was recently engaged. We talked almost daily for nearly a decade. The first time she ever texted me a naked picture of her, I nearly put my company car in a ditch. It was that moment that I decided I HAD to fuck her. I knew we would eventually.
Fast forward a decade later (this time last year), she was divorcing her husband and my wife and I were in a huge fight with no intimacy for months. One day she called me and asked me to meet her in a city 2 hours from my house and 2 hours from hers. I agreed. Twice we met in this city and twice we had sex literally all night until sex became painful. A few months later she would reconcile with her husband.
We have met up twice since her reconciliation but did not have sex. I'm sure she and I will have sex again someday. At least I hope we do!
I'm writing about this now because if I don't, it'll well up inside of me until I explode. My coworker Jessica, (real name) will not be driven to or from work by me any more. Me and Jessica both work at Giant Eagle but she used to get rides to and from work by either her mom or her dad as she doesn't know how to drive. A few years ago, her dad died two days shy of his 74th birthday leaving just her and her mom. At first, her mom would work swing shifts. If her mom worked the morning shift one week, then Jessica's mom could take her to work and then take her home. If her mom worked the night shift, she could still take her to and from work but would be tired by getting up so early. Eventually, I agreed to take Jessica to work or to her house depending on whenever her mom was working the night shift so she could get some sleep and if Jessica needed me to pick her up or take her home. One day, her mom started working the night shift so by the time her mom got home, she was exhausted. Eventually, I agreed to pick up and take Jessica back from work if our shifts started at the same time and/or ended near the same time. Ex. If I was done at 4:00 p.m. and she was done at 5:00 p.m., then I would take her home. We then both agreed that instead of waiting an hour for each other. We would wait for each other if our shifts ended at only thirty minutes apart as we both felt it was unfair to the other if we had to wait for over an hour. We also agreed that if I couldn't make it to pick her up due to any reason i.e., being sick, funeral etc. That I would call her and let her know. The thing about Jessica is that she would be very appreciative if I could pick her up and take her back but, if I explained a legit reason for why I couldn't take her home or pick her up, her response was always, "Yeah, fine, whatever!" in an upset voice. One day, my dad went to get his second covid vaccination shot so I texted her to let her know that I might not be able to pick her up because it is true that some people do get sick after the second shot. And if it happened to my dad that I was going to stay home to take care of my dad. She at first agreed to see what the word was but, a few minutes later, when I texted her again and said that I couldn't pick her up, guess what her response was. I was angry that she didn't believe me so I deleted her number from my phone. It was only a flip phone at the time so I couldn't block her. Eventually, I decided to give her another chance and put her back in my contacts. Eventually I got a Samsung phone so this next part helps. Since it's winter time now. We both agreed that depending on the conditions of the road if it were to snow or if I couldn't pull out into the street because of said snow, I would text her and let her know that I can't pick her up. It eventually snowed and because of that, my car was stuck. Yesterday, Jessica contacted me and asked me if I could take her to work and even gave me her schedule. I told her I couldn't and explained the situation. She asked me if I couldn't just shovel my car out and pick her up. I said I had but my car was still stuck. Her response? "Okay. Fine.....Forget it!" and then she placed a disappointed emoji next to the message. Once again, she was angry at me for something I have absolutely no control over. Well, no more. I blocked Jessica's number and then deleted her from my contacts. When I do see her next week, I'm going to tell her basically what I've put here. That every time I have an honest reason for not being able to pick her up or take her back she gets angry and doesn't believe me. I'm also going to tell her that from now on, her mom can start taking her to work and back home because I'm done with her. Hopefully Jessica will learn a lesson from this. That she should consider herself lucky and be thankful that I was willing to take her to and from work when she needed me to But from this day forward, her mom will have to take her because I'm sick and tired of her pissy attitude when I can't do one, the other or both.
Yep here I am, sitting at my desk, supposed to work but I don't. I spend the last hour reading through the comments. I'm almost done. The next thing I do is looking for another website to waste my working hours.
I started working a new job on Monday. I had to start at 8 and when I arrived I was almost shitting bricks because I was so nervous. And I mean LITERALLY my tummy was growling and I was feeling a bit unwell. My new boss greeted me and showed me around and I couldn't focus, so I asked him where the restrooms where and that was a really wise choice. My butt did not even hit the throne yet when the worst case of diarrhea I ever had started. It was disgusting and took me around 15 minutes to finish, but I felt better afterwards.
My boss was waiting for me in the room in front of the restrooms and I can only hope that he did not hear anything! But when I got out I swear he was kind of smirking.
So boys and girls, I recommend eating a lot of fibers before starting a new job!
#job #new #boss #diarrhea #embarrassing #nervous #butt #work
I regularly lust after my co-worker.
I have known her for 5 years but I am married and she has had a few boyfriends over this time and I have never done anything about it. I don’t think she has any lustful feelings for me at all.
She has beautiful blond hair, the sweetest laugh and the sexiest ass, especially when she wears white jeans. Oh Kirstie how I long to have you and see your face as you cum.
I have a co-worker I would love to beat to death, He interjects in everyone's conversations and is a total know-it-all. He's fucking ugly and gross and makes me sick. He always makes stupid facial expressions when you make eye-contact with him. He's a Star Wars fan and on May 4th he walked around the office saying "May the Fourth be with you. UGH! I just want beat him to a bloody pulp with a baseball bat and dance around in his brains.
I started cutting hair when I was 18yrs old. My boss' client at the time had a one year old and he was my first client. I have cut his hair for 32 years now. I've watched him grow up and his family has given me a lot of business and even helped me buy the salon from my boss when she was ready to retire. He could call me the day of and get an appointment. I just care for him that much. Yesterday he did just that. I didn't have any openings but told him he could come in at 7pm and I'd stay late for him. I stayed until 11. I cut his hair for 30 minutes and he used me like a sex doll for the rest of the time. He confessed that he and his wife were breaking up while I was cutting his hair. She had already moved some things back to her parents' house. I don't know what came over me but when I finished his cut, I just kissed him. We had the best sex I've had in 20 years. I'm so hopeful he texts or calls today to thank me because I'm off today and ready to repeat it.
I feel like I am surrendering, giving up, quitting, throwing in the towel. Or maybe I'm 'older'.
My father is one of those men. Ex career military, second career in law enforcement. Today's woman rejects men like that. No woman wants to be my mother, stomped on, door mat, home waitress, house maid. I swore I would never be that woman. I went to college to get a degree in something that stood out. Get a self supporting job, and along the way tell men and boys to fuck off.
Yesterday I cleaned house, did the laundry, fixed dinner, did the dishes. Skills my mother taught me. The guy, he went for a run, met up with two buddies to work on his car, got a burger then they came over to watch some rerun football game. That's when I was the household waitress. And I compared him to his buddies and congratulated myself on landing the best guy.
I don't plan on staying home after we get married, I plan to work. At least until we have kids. Oh, and this guy is ex Marine, he gets along with my Dad. The other guy I dated didn't make the grade.
The building I live in is under constructions and some of the workers pass just outside my livingroom window. I really want them to look inside annd see me change or even masturbate on the couch... wear revealing clothes on purpose just in case one of them will look inside... But I don't want it to be obvious I'm trying to get their attention...
I was a shop assistant in a now closed branch of Nice n Naughty, a sexshop chain in the UK. I often had to lock up the shop at end of day if the manager wasnt on that shift as I was experienced and often worked with our junior. We usually left cleaning and tidying for the next morning but cashing up and some tasks just had to be done before we left. I often let the junior go after we had jointly done the cash count as the other stuff was quicker doone alone frankly. I'd then wait in the shop for my lift to arrive. So how do you kill a bit of time waiting in a shop with blacked out windows and an arsenal of sex toys on display? Yep I would product test in order to be more knowledgable about our items so I could help customers better. Yeh right. It was about a bit of fun really. I carried wetwipes in my bag and after picking my toy or toys would wipe away any residue from customer handling during the day and do myself. Sometimes my favourite ones had no power in their batteties and I put them on charge and picked something different but we had such a range I always got something to get myself to an orgasm or two. I always wiped the items I had used and others on display. Anyway it was all a nice perk of working there and I miss it now I work in Tescos.
The last two weeks, I stole more office supplies and was more time on the internet than I worked.
Her name was Stephanie. She was 18 when I met her. We worked together at a retail print shop. She was tall, thick, with sandy blond hair and a cute upturned little nose. I was 30 and married.
Stephanie loved talking about her personal life. It might just be me. People always tell me details about themselves for some reason. She told me when she lost her virginity. She told me when she had an ffm threesome. She told me a month later when her bf and his twin brother double teamed her. Yeah. This girl was having a HELL of a sexual awakening. Of course I was hard as stone with each tale.
One day she showed me a polaroid (this was before smart phones) of her and some girls on a couch. In the middle sat a guy with his dick out. She asked me if I could guess what she did. Without waiting for my response she said, "If there's a dick out I'm going to suck it. That's what they're for."
I immediately pulled my dick out. I'm huge, btw. I always love the shock when a woman sees or touches it for the first time. Stephanie smiled and said it was really nice but she didn't touch me. I was disappointed.
A week later she was in the break room. She was reading the schedule on the wall, her back to me.
I pulled my fat cock out under my work apron. It felt good knowing that only thin cloth separated my juicy dick from the world.
I came up behind Steph and started rubbing her back. This was actually a fairly common thing in those days, random back rubs at work. Today it would be considered harrasment. But work culture was different then.
She didn't mind it and even moaned a little. Then I kissed the back of her neck.
She turned her cute round face at me and said, "You WANT me!" as if it was a surprise to her.
I didn't speak. I just sucked on her ear.
This broke her 18 year old brain. She froze and said, "Umm...ummm....umm." as if she could no longer form words.
I gently caressed her breasts. She had ENORMOUS tits.
"Ummm...umm...mmm" she repeated, fervently.
She wore a white button down. I popped open a button. Just enough to reach in under her bra.
She gasped and I put my mouth over hers. We kissed long and hard.
Then I opened up my apron to reveal my giant cock. She was shocked and maybe even a little disgusted. Like she didn't think I was just trying to have my way with her.
I just held it out and smiled.
Her soft hand grasped my shaft.
"Do you want me to touch it?" She said with a touch of anger, " IS THAT WHAT YOU WANT?"
"I want you to SUCK it." I said into her ear as she jerked me.
Just then we heard our manager coming.
She turned back toward the schedule on the wall and buttoned her shirt.
I put my cock away.
We never hooked up again.
She's married with kids now. I saw her on Facebook a couple years ago and apologized to her for taking advantage when she was young.
She said not to worry. "It was a wild time. I had a lot of fun back then."
(Names changed. All else is true)
My name is claudia and I fart at work all the time I always excuse myself it gets loud
I hate one of my co-workers. She's in training right now and I will ask her if she wants my help. Then I'm going to tell her everything wrong, just to see her fail.
I won't regret anything!
A small view on my work I did last week:
-> on the internet for private purpose: 75 %
-> show non-existing interest in other people: 3 %
-> drink coffee: 15 %
-> inform my boss on non-existing process: 1 %
-> chat with colleagues via Whats App: 5 %
-> do my actual work: 1%
I hate it when my coworkers and managers talk to me. I don't know why but, for the past few weeks I have found myself beginning to hate it when the people I work for talk to me and I wish that they would not speak to me at all. Every time I'm at work and they speak to me, I feel myself getting angry and want to tell them to shut up. I have no problem talking to other people. Customers, employees from other business, my own family. But, when a manager or coworker talks to me, I get angry and fight back the urge to either tell them to not talk to me or outright tell them to shut up. The worst part is, I fear that one day I might suddenly snap and scream at them, "SHUT THE FUCK UP!"
I confess i want to make out and have hot sex with one of the girl that works in the same company as me.
im married and have a kid and shes has a bf and a kid too. we were very close before up to a point where people thought something was happening between us. it was before she got pregnant. i masturbate a lot thinking of her.
Today is Valentine's day and I'm embarrassed because there is a married woman in the office who has been off and on flirting with me for a few years now and today, she is ignoring me. But, there is more to this story than that.
We were fine as friendly coworkers until she recently suggested we go out to lunch. We had a great time and it seemed to me that she was flirting with me even more, so I flirted back. Then for Christmas she gave me a key ring that had a heart on it and I gave her a CD that had some songs that were special to me. I thought she was interested in more than flirting so I told her how beautiful I thought she was and how much I wanted to go out on another lunch together. I thought I was sharing feelings that she was hoping to hear from me, but now it feel like I over-shared and pushed her away.
In December I had also worked on finding her a personalized Valentine's gift. But, since my "over-sharing", she has been ignoring me. I have this gift that I can't give her and the whole thing is embarrassing to me. The gift sits under my desk and it makes me sad.
Seeing her makes me sad. I know folks will say, I'm an idiot for thinking she would want to have an affair with me, but I'm also married and I really thought she wanted to have that with me. I still have the heart shaped key-ring. I'm sure I will feel better tomorrow - but for today it's Valentine's day and I feel horrible.
I started a new job fairly recently. It's an office job and I have a lot of new colleagues.
Someone started calling me Dennis on my first day there. My name is not Dennis and is not even lose to Dennis.
But I am really shy and anxious when it comes to social situations, so I did not correct them when they started calling me Dennis.
It's been 3 weeks now and most of them started calling me that.
Well, I guess I am a Dennis now.
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