Heh, he said “staff” meetings.
Jerk off in a restroom stall. (this is a serious answer)
Rules:
- Do not occupy said stall for more than 10 minutes.
- No noises (i.e. fwip-fwip-fwip, moaning, etc.)
- Make sure there is no spunk to be found ANYWHERE. Not on the floor, not on the walls, and for crying out loud, none on the toilet seat.
Feel free to add any.
“Online mistress”? You mean, for virtual, one-handed-keyboarding chat sex? Or do you mean something else?
:dubious: This is the very definition of gluttony.
Not quite virtual, not quite real. Webcams and imagination are key. Try it sometime and see if it’s right for you. As another plus, I met both my ex and current GF in this fashion.
I work in a building with a training room for employees from all over the state. One recent day when I had to use the stall, I couldn’t help but notice that the previous (male) occupant had not read your #3 notice and left his evidence on the clean tile floor about 3 feet in front of the throne. I can ony imagine that he had the hots for a classmate in the training class that day. It couldn’t have been one of my cow-orkers or it would probably be a more frequent occurrence.
Its strange as hell.
Sadly, I was the ultimate mood killer: a loooooong commute. Nothing kills any physical prospects like bumper to bumper traffic.
- Wash your hands, dammit.
Fwip-fwip-fwip? Good gord, that one had me rolling for a couple minutes. I can think of no other onomatopoeia that better descibes the sound.
I’m partial to inappropriate text messages myself. See who can get the other to lose their straight face first.