I Am Awesome

A while a go a friend, Clark, was telling me about how he was taking a picture of his cock for his girlfriend while at work. He decided that a picture of a non-flaccid member would be better, so he took the appropriate measures to get the desired salute. He took the picture of his hard cock (what did we do before camera phones?) and after the picture was done, he was left standing in his work bathroom with his pants down and a boner. In lieu of allowing I to go to waste he finished it right there in the bathroom. I thought this outrageous. I could never do that.

Never say never…

I had an awesome time out last night with Beach Chic and Natasha, my newest best friend. My evening started out with the three of us discussing details of sex stuff (like all girls do) in the laundry mat drinking Cooks champagne splits (stayin’ classy) which lead to meeting this very cute guy also doing his laundry (so the place to meet guys) He already knows that Beach Chic and I like spankings… brill! We have a date for laundry next week… and by “date” I mean that the three of us girls will be returning to the same place around the same time to stalk said “cute guy”.

Later, after bar hopping and a drunk photo shoot of ourselves… I continued to drink way too much. I passed out… only to awake this morning in a panic. I was sleeping on some chair, in the house of a guy I didn’t know and dragging the girls out and back to Beach Chic’s so I could rush to work… good times.

I think I was still drunk when I got to work. Actually let’s be honest… I was driving to work, talking to EB and he said, “Baby I think you’re still drunk.” I responded, “I’m not drunk, I’m driving!” Which apparently didn’t make him feel much better. However I tried my best to make him feel better through some naughty chat talk… mentioning that I didn’t put any panties on when I hurriedly dressed for work this morning didn’t hurt…

Getting a little more into the chat conversation we were having, I was beginning to wish that I had worn panties… when EB told me to go into the bathroom and take care of myself. I smirked at the thought… then told him I’d “brb”. I did it! I proved to myself, once again, that I am the best I’ve ever had… even at work.

What if I get addicted to this and can’t stop touching myself while at work? Although as our bathroom door doesn’t lock (only the stalls) I can imagine that it would only take one girl walking in on me to change that new self-love fascination. But it was sooo good… hmm… I think I’ll “brb”