Today’s sex confession comes from a 20-something woman from California who works in an office with a door … and a window. She’s happily married and she and her husband have sex often, but she needs to masturbate every day after lunch — even when she’s at work. It’s become an obsession. It all started one day last year when I was going through a really stressful time at work. I was telling a friend of mine about the problems at my job and she joked that it was too bad I couldn’t just masturbate the stress away. I laughed at her but in my head I thought it was a really great idea. So I tried it. I have an office and can close the door and no one would be the wiser of what I was doing. I also have a great big window and can see people on the street and the cars going by, though I am high enough where they can’t really see me. One day after lunch, with my door still closed from having just ate, I touched myself. It was thrilling — the part of me worried if someone was going to knock on the door, the fact that I felt exposed from the window. I kept going, massaging myself until I came. Quietly, of course. But that rush seemed to melt so much stress away. It became something I needed to do every day. Sometimes I am discrete and just put my hands down my pants or up my skirt. Other times, I take off my clothes completely. I even have a mini vibrator I bring with me and use sometimes. Now I fear I can never NOT do it. It’s like my body expects it. I’ve even scheduled meetings around the fact that I need to take care of my own business first. I’m not sure how to stop. Or even if I should. What would you tell this confessor? Is it becoming too much? Or since no one knows, it’s okay? Image via jesse.millan/Flickr
title: “Sex Confession I Masturbate At Work” ShowToc: true date: “2024-09-05” author: “Allen Rivera”
Today’s sex confession comes from a 20-something woman from California who works in an office with a door … and a window. She’s happily married and she and her husband have sex often, but she needs to masturbate every day after lunch — even when she’s at work. It’s become an obsession. It all started one day last year when I was going through a really stressful time at work. I was telling a friend of mine about the problems at my job and she joked that it was too bad I couldn’t just masturbate the stress away. I laughed at her but in my head I thought it was a really great idea. So I tried it. I have an office and can close the door and no one would be the wiser of what I was doing. I also have a great big window and can see people on the street and the cars going by, though I am high enough where they can’t really see me. One day after lunch, with my door still closed from having just ate, I touched myself. It was thrilling — the part of me worried if someone was going to knock on the door, the fact that I felt exposed from the window. I kept going, massaging myself until I came. Quietly, of course. But that rush seemed to melt so much stress away. It became something I needed to do every day. Sometimes I am discrete and just put my hands down my pants or up my skirt. Other times, I take off my clothes completely. I even have a mini vibrator I bring with me and use sometimes. Now I fear I can never NOT do it. It’s like my body expects it. I’ve even scheduled meetings around the fact that I need to take care of my own business first. I’m not sure how to stop. Or even if I should. What would you tell this confessor? Is it becoming too much? Or since no one knows, it’s okay? Image via jesse.millan/Flickr
title: “Sex Confession I Masturbate At Work” ShowToc: true date: “2024-09-02” author: “Thomas Patterson”
Today’s sex confession comes from a 20-something woman from California who works in an office with a door … and a window. She’s happily married and she and her husband have sex often, but she needs to masturbate every day after lunch — even when she’s at work. It’s become an obsession. It all started one day last year when I was going through a really stressful time at work. I was telling a friend of mine about the problems at my job and she joked that it was too bad I couldn’t just masturbate the stress away. I laughed at her but in my head I thought it was a really great idea. So I tried it. I have an office and can close the door and no one would be the wiser of what I was doing. I also have a great big window and can see people on the street and the cars going by, though I am high enough where they can’t really see me. One day after lunch, with my door still closed from having just ate, I touched myself. It was thrilling — the part of me worried if someone was going to knock on the door, the fact that I felt exposed from the window. I kept going, massaging myself until I came. Quietly, of course. But that rush seemed to melt so much stress away. It became something I needed to do every day. Sometimes I am discrete and just put my hands down my pants or up my skirt. Other times, I take off my clothes completely. I even have a mini vibrator I bring with me and use sometimes. Now I fear I can never NOT do it. It’s like my body expects it. I’ve even scheduled meetings around the fact that I need to take care of my own business first. I’m not sure how to stop. Or even if I should. What would you tell this confessor? Is it becoming too much? Or since no one knows, it’s okay? Image via jesse.millan/Flickr
title: “Sex Confession I Masturbate At Work” ShowToc: true date: “2024-09-06” author: “Sherry Williamson”
Today’s sex confession comes from a 20-something woman from California who works in an office with a door … and a window. She’s happily married and she and her husband have sex often, but she needs to masturbate every day after lunch — even when she’s at work. It’s become an obsession. It all started one day last year when I was going through a really stressful time at work. I was telling a friend of mine about the problems at my job and she joked that it was too bad I couldn’t just masturbate the stress away. I laughed at her but in my head I thought it was a really great idea. So I tried it. I have an office and can close the door and no one would be the wiser of what I was doing. I also have a great big window and can see people on the street and the cars going by, though I am high enough where they can’t really see me. One day after lunch, with my door still closed from having just ate, I touched myself. It was thrilling — the part of me worried if someone was going to knock on the door, the fact that I felt exposed from the window. I kept going, massaging myself until I came. Quietly, of course. But that rush seemed to melt so much stress away. It became something I needed to do every day. Sometimes I am discrete and just put my hands down my pants or up my skirt. Other times, I take off my clothes completely. I even have a mini vibrator I bring with me and use sometimes. Now I fear I can never NOT do it. It’s like my body expects it. I’ve even scheduled meetings around the fact that I need to take care of my own business first. I’m not sure how to stop. Or even if I should. What would you tell this confessor? Is it becoming too much? Or since no one knows, it’s okay? Image via jesse.millan/Flickr
title: “Sex Confession I Masturbate At Work” ShowToc: true date: “2024-10-10” author: “Gary Hanson”
Today’s sex confession comes from a 20-something woman from California who works in an office with a door … and a window. She’s happily married and she and her husband have sex often, but she needs to masturbate every day after lunch — even when she’s at work. It’s become an obsession. It all started one day last year when I was going through a really stressful time at work. I was telling a friend of mine about the problems at my job and she joked that it was too bad I couldn’t just masturbate the stress away. I laughed at her but in my head I thought it was a really great idea. So I tried it. I have an office and can close the door and no one would be the wiser of what I was doing. I also have a great big window and can see people on the street and the cars going by, though I am high enough where they can’t really see me. One day after lunch, with my door still closed from having just ate, I touched myself. It was thrilling — the part of me worried if someone was going to knock on the door, the fact that I felt exposed from the window. I kept going, massaging myself until I came. Quietly, of course. But that rush seemed to melt so much stress away. It became something I needed to do every day. Sometimes I am discrete and just put my hands down my pants or up my skirt. Other times, I take off my clothes completely. I even have a mini vibrator I bring with me and use sometimes. Now I fear I can never NOT do it. It’s like my body expects it. I’ve even scheduled meetings around the fact that I need to take care of my own business first. I’m not sure how to stop. Or even if I should. What would you tell this confessor? Is it becoming too much? Or since no one knows, it’s okay? Image via jesse.millan/Flickr
title: “Sex Confession I Masturbate At Work” ShowToc: true date: “2024-08-27” author: “Manuel Ashley”
Today’s sex confession comes from a 20-something woman from California who works in an office with a door … and a window. She’s happily married and she and her husband have sex often, but she needs to masturbate every day after lunch — even when she’s at work. It’s become an obsession. It all started one day last year when I was going through a really stressful time at work. I was telling a friend of mine about the problems at my job and she joked that it was too bad I couldn’t just masturbate the stress away. I laughed at her but in my head I thought it was a really great idea. So I tried it. I have an office and can close the door and no one would be the wiser of what I was doing. I also have a great big window and can see people on the street and the cars going by, though I am high enough where they can’t really see me. One day after lunch, with my door still closed from having just ate, I touched myself. It was thrilling — the part of me worried if someone was going to knock on the door, the fact that I felt exposed from the window. I kept going, massaging myself until I came. Quietly, of course. But that rush seemed to melt so much stress away. It became something I needed to do every day. Sometimes I am discrete and just put my hands down my pants or up my skirt. Other times, I take off my clothes completely. I even have a mini vibrator I bring with me and use sometimes. Now I fear I can never NOT do it. It’s like my body expects it. I’ve even scheduled meetings around the fact that I need to take care of my own business first. I’m not sure how to stop. Or even if I should. What would you tell this confessor? Is it becoming too much? Or since no one knows, it’s okay? Image via jesse.millan/Flickr
title: “Sex Confession I Masturbate At Work” ShowToc: true date: “2024-09-21” author: “Daniel Bell”
Today’s sex confession comes from a 20-something woman from California who works in an office with a door … and a window. She’s happily married and she and her husband have sex often, but she needs to masturbate every day after lunch — even when she’s at work. It’s become an obsession. It all started one day last year when I was going through a really stressful time at work. I was telling a friend of mine about the problems at my job and she joked that it was too bad I couldn’t just masturbate the stress away. I laughed at her but in my head I thought it was a really great idea. So I tried it. I have an office and can close the door and no one would be the wiser of what I was doing. I also have a great big window and can see people on the street and the cars going by, though I am high enough where they can’t really see me. One day after lunch, with my door still closed from having just ate, I touched myself. It was thrilling — the part of me worried if someone was going to knock on the door, the fact that I felt exposed from the window. I kept going, massaging myself until I came. Quietly, of course. But that rush seemed to melt so much stress away. It became something I needed to do every day. Sometimes I am discrete and just put my hands down my pants or up my skirt. Other times, I take off my clothes completely. I even have a mini vibrator I bring with me and use sometimes. Now I fear I can never NOT do it. It’s like my body expects it. I’ve even scheduled meetings around the fact that I need to take care of my own business first. I’m not sure how to stop. Or even if I should. What would you tell this confessor? Is it becoming too much? Or since no one knows, it’s okay? Image via jesse.millan/Flickr
title: “Sex Confession I Masturbate At Work” ShowToc: true date: “2024-09-11” author: “David Tedder”
Today’s sex confession comes from a 20-something woman from California who works in an office with a door … and a window. She’s happily married and she and her husband have sex often, but she needs to masturbate every day after lunch — even when she’s at work. It’s become an obsession. It all started one day last year when I was going through a really stressful time at work. I was telling a friend of mine about the problems at my job and she joked that it was too bad I couldn’t just masturbate the stress away. I laughed at her but in my head I thought it was a really great idea. So I tried it. I have an office and can close the door and no one would be the wiser of what I was doing. I also have a great big window and can see people on the street and the cars going by, though I am high enough where they can’t really see me. One day after lunch, with my door still closed from having just ate, I touched myself. It was thrilling — the part of me worried if someone was going to knock on the door, the fact that I felt exposed from the window. I kept going, massaging myself until I came. Quietly, of course. But that rush seemed to melt so much stress away. It became something I needed to do every day. Sometimes I am discrete and just put my hands down my pants or up my skirt. Other times, I take off my clothes completely. I even have a mini vibrator I bring with me and use sometimes. Now I fear I can never NOT do it. It’s like my body expects it. I’ve even scheduled meetings around the fact that I need to take care of my own business first. I’m not sure how to stop. Or even if I should. What would you tell this confessor? Is it becoming too much? Or since no one knows, it’s okay? Image via jesse.millan/Flickr
