seattle255:

That moment when you, as a guy, are busy working, deeply concentrating on the project and the client and you’re in the zone, and she comes over, gets under your desk, undoes your belt and fly, and pulls out your cock so she can start giving you a blowjob like her life depends on it. For like 30 seconds you hold off because of the project and the client and the deadline. You keep typing. Concentrating on the words gets harder. She hasn’t said anything. You look down. She doesn’t look up but fuck, that image, it’s now in your head, and the client is somewhere else. For another 30 seconds you kind of pretend you’re still working, but although your fingers are still hitting the keys nothing worthwhile is coming out. You’re trying to resist but she’s on her knees and she’s totally determined. Your penis is cooperating with her, not with you and the project and the client, within another 15 seconds it’s fully erect and enjoying her lips, her tongue, her hand, the back of her throat, and you can feel her hand caressing your balls with just the right pressure. Within a minute and a half you give in, lean back, stop resisting, resistance is futile, enjoy the ride, because it’s a hell of a ride and she knows all the right twists and the right turns. 

What project? What client? Fuck. 

Craigslist foot fetishists and porn shoots that put your first day work jitters to shame.

You are a fraud and a charlatan. Yes, you will be president, but you will not get any breaks just because one branch of your forked tongue is silver.

seattle255:

Definitely chose the wrong career.