A working hard-on

With all of the horrible situations you can encounter while at work, there is nothing worse than having a raging hard-on while surrounded by fellow employees.

The way it rubs and pokes the side of my leg isn’t what I need right now. The occasional bit of friction turns me on even more.

It’s resembles a salami that I’m hiding down the leg of my trousers. It’s socially awkward and cumbersome, mostly because I don’t want to bring any attention to the fact that I can knock objects off the shelf with my dick when I walk by them.

Getting up from my desk is not an option. Walking around entails carrying a file folder or a binder in front of my thighs. Going to the photocopier becomes a chore. Meetings become hell on earth (or is it hell in the office?).

Although my mind should be concentrated at the task at hand, sometimes the mind wanders from spreadsheets to between the sheets.

And, thinking of dead kittens and little old ladies doesn't help. At all.

Hopefully, things will settle down before they get out of hand. The last thing I need is to get up from my chair... unless someone needs me to take the place of the office's laser pointer.