Caught Myself Masturbating At Work

It was just another boring Monday after my divorce. The office felt like a prison cell with only the hum of the printer for company. I thought about her and couldn't help myself. Found a quiet corner, pulled up a chair. My hand started moving, remembering the way she looked in the morning light. Felt her warmth, her soft skin under mine. Kept my eyes open, watching everyone pass by oblivious. Pulled off my pants, felt the release building inside me. Let go when it got too much to handle. Afterward, sat there dazed, breath heavy, pulse racing. Did it again last Tuesday and Wednesday too. Can't stop thinking about her but I know it's not real anymore. Feels good though.