Dear Diary,

Things with the 21-year-old from work have been heating up. We spent another night out bar hopping, this time in the gaybourhood. My new male companion is quite the pretty boy, and was drawing a lot of attention from men, who’d constantly come up to him to ask if he was gay, or there with me? We followed the evening by a nice long walk… to a parking lot. Pretty Boy drives our work’s production van, which also makes for a convenient motel on wheels. We hopped in and folded down the seats to make some room to properly maneuver. We had sex…twice…and it was steamy. Literally. We actually steamed up the entire van. We were dripping with sweat and the car smelled like liquor and sex. When we opened the doors to cool down the sun was already rising. We got dressed and jumped in the front seats. When I looked in the mirror I had rugburn on my cheek from when I been face down on the carpeted van floor getting fucked from behind. The next morning I noticed that my knees and back were also all rugburned and bruised – sex wounds are, in my opinion, badges of honour, marking a night of great sex.

A few days later, after a late night working together, Pretty Boy and I had to go back to the office for him to drop off some paperwork. It was about 10pm, and we had brought some beers to drink before meeting some other work friends at the bar. We drank and talked for a while as he finished up his work. Then he asked, “Do they have security cameras in here?”

We went into our boss’ office, and I sat down in the big black leather chair. He went up to the white board, and began to draw a picture. “Is that what you want me to do?” I asked. It was of two stick figures; the male one standing while the female was kneeling in front of him. I told him to come sit in the chair and I took of his pants. After a few minutes he stood up, lay me down on the desk, pushed up my dress and ripped off my underwear. Very hot – I know. He was fucking me so hard, pens were flying off the desk.

Suddenly the lights in the hall came on. When we walked out, the night cleaning staff was milling about. That was a close call. Definitely getting caught fucking on the boss’ desk would lead to an immediate firing, but that just made it extra naughty.