In a plush office suite, there was a party being held in honour of my birthday. I wandered off to one of the biggest offices to meet with someone I worked with. We met with conspiratorial smiles and started kissing and groping. I felt incredibly horny and ignored the voice inside that told me this was not a good idea as we both had partners. I led him over to the huge mahogany desk and sat on the pink blotter facing the wall to ceiling window overlooking a vast metropolis. I parted my legs and pulled him towards me, silky smile on my lips. We were frantic, tugging at each other’s clothes, breathing hard. He used his hands at first, but when we could deny ourselves no longer, he entered me there on the desk. We didn’t use a condom, but I did tell him to withdraw so that I wouldn’t end up pregnant.
When we had finished, we put on fluffy white dressing gowns. Then the shit hit the fan. Our co-workers walked in and knew at once what had transpired. They all knew his partner. I shit myself (not literally). My mum was there too and she was not very pleased with me either.
Unfortunately we had feelings for each other that we hadn’t bargained for. It was difficult enough, but when he told me he loved me, I nearly broke down, whispering that I loved him too.