- Joined
- Oct 26, 2023
- Posts
- 100
- Media
- 0
- Likes
- 174
- Points
- 53
- Location
- Brussels, Brussels Capital,Belgium
- Sexuality
- 100% Straight, 0% Gay
- Gender
- Female
Not really a long story.
More of an anecdote.
6 years ago I was working for a big medical device manufacturer (pacemakers to be precise).
That year we had a new associate director join us.
I had to go on a business trip with him to an event in Calgary.
At that point I lived in Québec.
He had his secretary book an overnight hotel stay.
The only problem was she did it a bit wrong (she wasn't the sharpest crayon in the box and eventually got fired for her many mistakes).
She booked 1 superior bedroom instead of a bedroom with 2 separate beds or 2 separate bedrooms.
We only discovered this at 11:30 pm when we checked in at the hotel.
The night time receptionist couldn't change anything because all rooms were booked or not prepared for guest accomodation.
He seemed less bothered by it than I was.
I proposed that one of us would sleep in the bad thub (I hoped he would be a hero and sacrifice himself) but hé proposed something completely different.
His reasoning was that since the bed was so big and large, it was as if it were 2 separate beds so we should just sleep in the king size bed with the two of us.
After a bit of protesting, I eventually gave in.
We talked and talked and talked.
He took a shower and caught me glancing at his torso.
I took a shower and saw him glancing at my cleavage.
Eventually we just admitted that we found each other attractive.
He was in an unhappy, sexless marriage on the brink of divorce.
I was in a good relationship with a guy I felt out of love with.
After a bit of kissing and hugging I apologized and told him I couldn't go through with it.
Back in the office I often found him glancing at me.
Inspecting my legs, my cleavage, my butt.
The sexual tension between us remained.
6 months later I resigned because I got a better offer elsewhere.
He was visibly shocked by my resignation and tried to convince me to stay.
I accepted his LinkedIn request 2 years ago and we started chatting again.
Yet, the elephant is still in the room and hasn't been addressed yet.
His wife got killed in a car accident last year.
I eventually got out of that unhappy relationship.
Both of us are single.
I sometimes regret I didn't sleep with him ( well regret having done nothing more than only sleeping, to be accurate).
I was attracted to him but didn't want to be a home wrecker.
I didn't want to cheat on my then boyfriend even if I didn't like him anymore.
This guy keeps spooking through my mind.
He is hot.
He is tall.
Successful in life.
He was early 40s back then.
I was early 30s.
Now we are 6 years further and I can tell we are both still into each other.
We went for an entire day of catch up talk the first time we saw each other back.
He kept giving me compliments like "you smell lovely, what perfume is it?" and telling me how that blouse suited me and things like that.
We went for drinks and dinner and he stayed for a couple of days 2 months ago and he also kept opening doors for me, paying for everything, silently looking at me and warmly smiling.
All the signs were there and I kept ignoring them.
Part of why I didn't and don't sleep with him are that he has a lot of side chicks.
That's why I rejected him back then and don't accept his propositions now.
But every time I chat with him or went out for a drink with him all I can think about is that I crave a good fuck from him.
Sometimes being too prudish and principal can really ruin the fun.
His wife is no longer here so I don't owe her anything.
My ex-boyfriend is out of the picture.
What holds us back actually from fucking like rabbits?
My puritan morals?
Sometimes you just gotta slut it up and not care about the logistics of it all.
I wish I would take that advice to heart.
Now I live on the other side of the world and we have to catch flights to see each other.
Why do you always realise too late what you lost?
Isn't it a sign on the wall that we even put in all that effort for each other, like catching flights and so on?
More of an anecdote.
6 years ago I was working for a big medical device manufacturer (pacemakers to be precise).
That year we had a new associate director join us.
I had to go on a business trip with him to an event in Calgary.
At that point I lived in Québec.
He had his secretary book an overnight hotel stay.
The only problem was she did it a bit wrong (she wasn't the sharpest crayon in the box and eventually got fired for her many mistakes).
She booked 1 superior bedroom instead of a bedroom with 2 separate beds or 2 separate bedrooms.
We only discovered this at 11:30 pm when we checked in at the hotel.
The night time receptionist couldn't change anything because all rooms were booked or not prepared for guest accomodation.
He seemed less bothered by it than I was.
I proposed that one of us would sleep in the bad thub (I hoped he would be a hero and sacrifice himself) but hé proposed something completely different.
His reasoning was that since the bed was so big and large, it was as if it were 2 separate beds so we should just sleep in the king size bed with the two of us.
After a bit of protesting, I eventually gave in.
We talked and talked and talked.
He took a shower and caught me glancing at his torso.
I took a shower and saw him glancing at my cleavage.
Eventually we just admitted that we found each other attractive.
He was in an unhappy, sexless marriage on the brink of divorce.
I was in a good relationship with a guy I felt out of love with.
After a bit of kissing and hugging I apologized and told him I couldn't go through with it.
Back in the office I often found him glancing at me.
Inspecting my legs, my cleavage, my butt.
The sexual tension between us remained.
6 months later I resigned because I got a better offer elsewhere.
He was visibly shocked by my resignation and tried to convince me to stay.
I accepted his LinkedIn request 2 years ago and we started chatting again.
Yet, the elephant is still in the room and hasn't been addressed yet.
His wife got killed in a car accident last year.
I eventually got out of that unhappy relationship.
Both of us are single.
I sometimes regret I didn't sleep with him ( well regret having done nothing more than only sleeping, to be accurate).
I was attracted to him but didn't want to be a home wrecker.
I didn't want to cheat on my then boyfriend even if I didn't like him anymore.
This guy keeps spooking through my mind.
He is hot.
He is tall.
Successful in life.
He was early 40s back then.
I was early 30s.
Now we are 6 years further and I can tell we are both still into each other.
We went for an entire day of catch up talk the first time we saw each other back.
He kept giving me compliments like "you smell lovely, what perfume is it?" and telling me how that blouse suited me and things like that.
We went for drinks and dinner and he stayed for a couple of days 2 months ago and he also kept opening doors for me, paying for everything, silently looking at me and warmly smiling.
All the signs were there and I kept ignoring them.
Part of why I didn't and don't sleep with him are that he has a lot of side chicks.
That's why I rejected him back then and don't accept his propositions now.
But every time I chat with him or went out for a drink with him all I can think about is that I crave a good fuck from him.
Sometimes being too prudish and principal can really ruin the fun.
His wife is no longer here so I don't owe her anything.
My ex-boyfriend is out of the picture.
What holds us back actually from fucking like rabbits?
My puritan morals?
Sometimes you just gotta slut it up and not care about the logistics of it all.
I wish I would take that advice to heart.
Now I live on the other side of the world and we have to catch flights to see each other.
Why do you always realise too late what you lost?
Isn't it a sign on the wall that we even put in all that effort for each other, like catching flights and so on?