True Life Erotica

Self Care in the Office

My skirt was now hitched up quite high, bare legs open and fingers searching.

Masturbation became a feature in my life from when I was about thirteen years old, but not using my finger. Being a prolific reader, I rubbed the binding of a book along my slit. Yes, a little crude, but it worked. I was hooked, realising what pleasure could be achieved — for free!

Orgasms are Therapeutic

I believe having orgasms, in general, helps to keep a person happy and healthy.

I have gone through periods in my life when sex within a relationship was minimal. It seemed this not only contributed to low self-esteem, and as a consequence, not feeling worthy enough to allow myself time to masturbate, but I also easily caught minor ailments such as colds. Indeed, if I go for more than a few weeks without a waking orgasm, I will have a wet dream. Natures way of telling you not to neglect your sexual needs.

By the time I was in my twenties, it appeared, upon discussion with girlfriends, that I needed more orgasms than they did. Which brings me to 1997.

Secrets and Self Care in the Office

I was physically and sexually on a high and went out to explore different sexual avenues because I was so very often feeling horny!

That summer, I had been casually seeing a man — Al — who was not always available for me. So, I used to masturbate thinking about him. We had phone sex too.

One time I was at work and suddenly found myself wanton. I do remember occasions during this period when I took myself off to the toilets and masturbated sitting in the cubicle. Not such a visual delight.

However, the instance I often look back on, which always makes me smile, was when I decided to stay put — at my desk…

Picture This

I worked in an office with three other people. The door was always open so if you imagine four desks. Two one side of the room opposite each other — and two the other. With a walkway down the middle. A door was in the corner diagonally to the right of me, so I could look up, glance over and see who was coming in. Spying them before they entered the office.

One lunchtime, taking the early slot for dinner meant I was left alone for the second hour. Al rang to arrange a date. At the end of the call I was throbbing between my legs. Being in charge of the office meant I had to stand my ground. I turned my swivel chair so it was oblique and facing towards the doorway, opened the bottom drawer of my desk and rested my foot on to it.

Office Work and Masturbation

Then I edged my hand up between my open legs. I wasn’t wearing any tights and I always wore a skirt and blouse to work — pushing the gusset of my knickers aside, I felt the moistness of my cunt. Fuck I was hot for this guy. I ran my middle finger along my slit and began to slowly and deliberately rub my clitoris. All the while keeping eyes ahead in case I needed to drop my legs and behave in a business fashion.

My skirt was now hitched up quite high, bare legs open and fingers searching. I could smell sex in the air.

It didn’t take long — the apprehension that someone may walk in at any minute, and the thought of seeing Al in a few days — knowing I would suck his cock and kiss his mouth — was all too much for me. Adrenalin cruised through my veins. Quietly, tilting my head back and slightly pushing my hips into my hand, I allowed my finger to extract a much-needed climax.

Looking back, I smile at my nerve. What a sexy minx I was…

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