ten reasons why you shouldn't have sex with your work colleague*

well okay, there's just one:

1. because if they're really crap in bed (and i mean, horribly bad) and you never want to see them again in your entire life, then come monday, you might have limited options.

the arse-watcher came home with me on friday night. and, it's not that he was that bad, it's just that i had time enough to consider this exact point when he followed me to the bathroom at the pub and stuck his tongue down my throat in a very rough, non-pleasing manner. and at this stage, it was too late to turn back- for better or worse, i'd already committed my evening to him.

after the prelude in the bathroom, "rough" did turn out to be a theme, although i wasn't exactly complaining. i got up the next morning (after he'd left) and caught sight of myself in the mirror, wondering what the black marks were on my breasts. did i catch "black skin" from him?! did he have dirty hands? were my sheets dirty? (hopefully not, because i quickly changed them when i got home, whilst he wasn't looking- seriously why do you always get laid when you least expect it and are least prepared?!) i was in the shower, soaping myself before i realised that the black marks were in fact bruises. all over my breasts. yep, he was rough. plus i was so sore, i could hardly sit down for the rest of the day.

p.s. nigeria: tick
p.p.s. it's true what they say- i thought it was just an urban myth. i could hardly fit the end in my mouth.

*this post is dedicated to F1 and her bf (who happen to work together). thanks for reading my blog xx