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I cum every single day. It's been like for as long as I can remember. Rain or shine. Sickness or health. I have to get off.

Since I am rarely in a relationship, that means I spend a lot of time pleasing myself. Because I can't just go pick up a stranger to fuck every day. Even once a week is probably too often, but that's a hard habit to break.

If I had my way, I'd get a nice, deep injection of cock every morning before work and another when I got home. Without it, the days seem so very long.

I always carry a vibrator with me. I travel a lot for work and I'm often setting up shop in an unused office at a random company. Most of the time I sit there like a good girl doing my work and going unnoticed in my conservative suits.

But every now and then I get overwhelmed by my urges. I schedule a fake half-hour meeting on my Outlook calendar. Sometimes I even book a full hour. Then when the time comes I close the door to the office that I am squatting in. I open my little handbag. And I pop about my lipstick-sized vibrator.

I know it's wrong. What kind of woman is horny that she masturbates in a strange office when she is supposed to be working? I guess the same ...