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HOME FROM WORK
A recent survey by Ann Summers, the sex shop chain, revealed 16 per cent of Brits had "got off with someone at work".
He'd met this gorgeous girl at work,
Who made him at times want to jerk.
He romanced her with furtive chats,
Stolen pecks and naughty pats.
She'd put on naughty underwear
To flash when no else was there,
Keeping that smile upon his face,
That others said lit up the place.
One-to-one's in office, 'bossing'
were times she'd do some leg-crossing,
when sat before him across desk,
subtly 'Basic Instinct'-esque.
So things gradually built up
With sense of love life looking up
Only those who have been there
Would discern a budding affair.
At the end of a workday, free,
She asked him home for a coffee.
"I'll show you how to get there, hun."
She said, with a smiling come-on.
He drove her back unto her home.
When arrived, hands started to roam
With hugs, caresses and squeezes,
Before mutual stripteases.
Promised coffee got forgotten,
So ardent did they get it on,
All that he ever got by mouth
Came from her lip pairs, north and south.
They had their session on the floor,
Then went on to her bed for more,
By the way of a shared shower
(Heated by electric power).
Next morning, as it came on light,
He said, "It's wrong but felt so right.
Let's love by night and work by day.
You're the add on to my pay!"
He'd met this gorgeous girl at work,
Who made him at times want to jerk.
He romanced her with furtive chats,
Stolen pecks and naughty pats.
She'd put on naughty underwear
To flash when no else was there,
Keeping that smile upon his face,
That others said lit up the place.
One-to-one's in office, 'bossing'
were times she'd do some leg-crossing,
when sat before him across desk,
subtly 'Basic Instinct'-esque.
So things gradually built up
With sense of love life looking up
Only those who have been there
Would discern a budding affair.
At the end of a workday, free,
She asked him home for a coffee.
"I'll show you how to get there, hun."
She said, with a smiling come-on.
He drove her back unto her home.
When arrived, hands started to roam
With hugs, caresses and squeezes,
Before mutual stripteases.
Promised coffee got forgotten,
So ardent did they get it on,
All that he ever got by mouth
Came from her lip pairs, north and south.
They had their session on the floor,
Then went on to her bed for more,
By the way of a shared shower
(Heated by electric power).
Next morning, as it came on light,
He said, "It's wrong but felt so right.
Let's love by night and work by day.
You're the add on to my pay!"
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