The Work Colleague - NotSoSexintheCity

Dipping Your Pen in the Office Ink?

July 31, 2012September 24, 2024 notsosexinthecity

I work with this guy that I have the craziest sexual chemistry with. He’s not my type at all, not in looks, personality, or anything like that … but there’s something about him that just makes me feel drawn to him. Or my vagina feels drawn to him. I’m not sure which it is. We have this mild flirtation going on during work hours, and at first, I thought it was just something we did to pass the time. But then I noticed that it was only me that he…

Dating The Work Colleague

Out of Hours

December 30, 2012February 3, 2020 notsosexinthecityBooty Call, friends with benefits, Sexual Chemistry

A little while ago, I talked to you about a chap I work with. [Dipping Your Pen in the Office Ink.] Well … things are starting to heat up there. Or they’ve all of a sudden started to heat up. I’m not sure if it’s been a gradual thing or an overnight thing, but there has definitely been a temperature change. We’re usually bubbling away at a moderate flirtation level, but over the past few days, the temperature has been off the charts. Hot, hot, hot. Too hot. The kind…

Dating Jock Sex The Work Colleague True Tales

Number 46

October 20, 2014October 31, 2019 notsosexinthecity2 Comments

I grabbed his hand and led him out of the club. We didn’t even say goodbye to the coworkers we were partying the night away with. They probably knew where we were going and what we were about to do anyway. How could they not? It’s not like it hadn’t been obvious for most of the night … and for the almost-three years we’d known each other. It was only a short distance to my house from the club, perhaps about ten minutes or so, but that’s all the time…

Dating Sex The Work Colleague True Tales

Act A: The Photograph

November 20, 2019September 17, 2024 notsosexinthecityBad Drunk Decisions, Booty Call, confidence, Ex-Purge, First-Time Sex, Firsts, friends with benefits, Moving On, Reflection, Secret Relationship, Sexual Chemistry, single

“Do you remember that photo?” Of course she did. She remembered it the very second the question started to fall from his mouth, just as she did every time he mentioned it. It’s the photo they don’t show anyone. The one they both love, but can’t post on social media. It’s a really insignificant photo when you just glance at it, a couple of friends at a table in a club, casually enjoying a drink. And it is just that: a casual, insignificant photo of two friends and work…