Yesterday when I should have been working, I instead got sucked into chatting online. I know it’s bad of me, but sometimes I get bored and need to take my mind off boring engineering shit. Boy, did I ever take my mind of boring engineering shit!

I’ve been talking to this guy, who unfortunately does not live in Toronto, for only a short while. He’d posted some naked pictures and I’d replied to them. It was lust at first sight: He’s furry and has a nice cock, and I’m fat and have a nice ass. It only took five minutes of conversation until he opened the sexual floodgates by telling me how he’d enjoyed reading one of my slutty sex posts.

This guy has the cocky dominant top attitude that I love, and he’s got a big fat dick to go with it. When a guy has a big dick, I like him to be cocky about it. I want to hear him brag about it. I want him to love showing it off. I want him get off on other guys wanting it. That’s what this guy’s like: he’s got a big dick and he’s really fucking proud of it. He has the whole “lady in public, whore in the bedroom” routine down pat.

“I love having a big cock,” he told me. “I got some inches on the average fucker … and I can make you feel each fucking inch too.” He told me how one time he wore a jock to work and got noticed a lot because of the way it showed off his big package. He told me about how he fucked one guy so hard that the guy’s ass bled (according to him, the guy seemed to have enjoyed it regardless.)

He’s very dominant and likes fucking rough. He gets a guy on his back so that he can shove his dick in as deep as possible and give him a really hard pounding. That position is perfect for fucking hard until it hurts, he says, and perfect for pulling out and shooting a big load all over the guy’s face and on his tongue. He kept on talking like this, telling me how he likes to use a guy like a fuck toy and how he wanted to do the same to me, ramming my hole until it was sore. He wants to use me like a fuck toy — “I can be a selfish fuck,” he said. “I like guys who are selfish in bed,” I replied.

He’s also really verbal. He gets off on hearing a guy beg for it. Not having had sex since the night before, I was a total slut. I begged for his cock. How pathetic is that, begging for cock on the Internet? I couldn’t help it, though. He’d gotten me incredibly horny. There I was sitting at work with a boner begging for his fat cock while he was at home stroking it. I’m not usually into cyber sex chat very much, but he had me so horny for his dick that I couldn’t help it. At work of all places.

After he’d shot his load, he told me to deal with my boner by going to the washroom to take care of it in a stall, but only if I promised to leave my load in my underwear: “I want you to come back and tell me your underwear’s sticky.” Being a filthy slut, I of course promptly did exactly that. He seemed happy that I’d done that for him, but he had one final task. “I want you to post to your blog,” he typed, “and tell everyone how you were turned on begging for my cock and how I made you blow a load and sit in it at work.” I felt like a real pig sitting at my desk with a big load in my underwear. Then again, I am a real pig.

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In unrelated news, I had a performance review with my manager who told me that he’s been very pleased with how I’ve been doing lately. I did not have sticky underwear at the time.