A Potential Conquest

Cassie, my sleazy inspiration for this depraved mission, has been pressuring me to start ticking off my check-list. She has given me list of slutty challenges which I must complete in order to become a fully-fledged slut.

I have decided that my most likely challenge at the moment is 'Sleep with someone in the work-place.'

I've always thought that Paul - a temp in my office - was quite cute, yet he has queeny tendencies that I find slightly off-putting. His clothes are a little too tight, his mannerisms can be distinctly OTT when he's excited and he seems incapable of walking without affecting a sassy strut. Despite being just twenty-one, he recently married his forty-something boyfriend of six months, who left his wife of thirty years for him.

Nevertheless, I have decided that I am going to fuck Paul.

Correction: I am going to fuck Paul's brains out.

He has made it blatantly clear that he fancies me. The lingering looks, smutty innuendos and cheeky smiles have become less frequent since he tied the pink knot, but I know that he would jump into bed with me given half the chance.

I'm not being arrogant or presumptuous. He once actually left a note on my desk saying "I would jump into bed with you given half the chance."

Before the month is out, I am going to shag Paul. I haven't decided where yet. Possibly in the showers on the second floor, or more likely in the privacy of the basement. One way or another, I will be giving Paul more than half a chance.

But not quite yet; I can't even think about sex at the moment. My sleazy encounter with 'Rob_1980' is still taking its toll on my body - or, to be precise, on my arsehole. I loved having all nine inches of him inside me last night, but it still hurts to sit down.

I feel like I've been fisted by Edward Scissorhands.