Bisexual Adventuress

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I had an awful day at work today. Everything was going fine, I had managed to think about work all morning and I was so busy that I don’t think I had time to think of sex once.

I have to make an effort to not think of sex. I know this sounds stupid but I really do, sometimes I can just get too horny. A few months back I changed my eating habits and started to eat really healthily, it’s not that I ate badly before but there is always room for improvement.

Anyway the point of telling you about my eating habits is that the healthier I ate the more sex drive I had. Great you might think but it can be a nightmare sometimes. I get turned on a times when I can do nothing about it. When I’m at work for example. I get so tuned on so easily and then I can’t concentrate on anything for hours. The mere thought of something slightly sexy just needs to flitter across my brain and am off in a day dream.

It wouldn’t be so bad if that was all though but when I get turned on I get incredibly wet. I don’t mean just a little damp either. If I accidentally think of something sexy then I can almost instantly feel the cold dampness of my wet knickers against my skin. But if I think of something really sexy I’m in trouble. For a week or so I was exchanging X-rated texts with an incredibly sexy bi-curious guy. During that time, I had to make sure I had a spare pair of knickers with me to avoid my juice soaking through onto my trousers.

Enough rambling. This was about my awful day. Everything was fine until someone cracked out the custard filled donuts. Yes that’s right some custard donuts ruined my day.

I have a confession to make. I have a custard fetish. I have always liked custard but about a year ago my love of custard took a different path. I was planning a weekend shagathon with one of my fuck buddies who enjoys food and sex a bit more than most people. So in this years baking summer off we went to Morrison’s to buy a range of sex food, ice-cream, cucumber, rice pudding, custard, sticky treacle pudding.

Anyway, I will go into the details of that weekend another time but the point is that since that weekend the sight, smell and taste of custard turns me on so much. So here I was sat in the office trying to mind my own business and ignore the custard oozing out of the custard donut that had been placed on my desk. I was helpless my mind was already off floating somewhere far away having fun. I have never used the showers at my office until today but as I didn’t have a spare pare of knickers and it didn’t seem right to go and ask my colleagues if they just happened to carry sare underwear.