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If The Boss Only Knew
You know how the saying goes "When the cat is away, the mice will play." Have you ever back stabbed a co-worker, peer, or EVEN your boss? Do you involve yourself in political game playing, office manuvering, or one-upsmanship games to advance your job position? Are you secretly gunning for the boss's job? Have you setup a fellow co-worker to take an embarrassing hit? Have you positioned yourself as an expert in subject matter you know absolutely nothing about? Have you thrown a fellow co-worker under the bus to secure a promotion? Have YOU been thrown under the bus?

Maybe your office place dealings are more sexual in nature.. Have you been involved in an office place fling with a co-worker behind your bosses back? Did your office place sexcapades lead you to a promotion, or ultimately get you canned? Adult Confessions is the place to share all the juicy details. Your boss will never be the wiser! ;-)
  • — If The Boss Only Knew —
    Posted by Anonymous

    A group of us were in the bosses office. He told an absolute hysterical joke. I laughed so hard, I peed my panties. Unfortunately, I was wearing a skirt, so the floor got wet.
    We had a laugh about it, but it was embarrassing.

    #802 — Comments (3) — Apr 29, 2003 at 11:59 AM — That's Juicy! (2) Remove This.
  • — If The Boss Only Knew —
    Posted by Anonymous

    My co-worker gave me a cold shoulder, sort of, the week after she made her "hot and cold treatment" comment. I don't know if she got shy about it or what, because she never ended up telling me anything. I do know that she got a new project to work on from the boss, so that might have been it. I never asked.

    Last week, though, she warmed up again. I was very tempted to put an end to my speculation and ask what the treatment was, but I figured that the question can wait. We were chatting in Yahoo about nothing in particular when I complained about the spam I was getting in my email box. I think that the guys in IS try pretty hard to keep the crap out, but they seem to be finghting a losing battle. I hadn't gotten any spam about increasing breast or penis size for a while, then I got like four of each in a row. Of course, the penis ones did not use the word "penis" in them, or else the filters would have gotten them.

    Anyhow, I was complaining about the spams, and finally ended up typing something like "I just delete them - I don't need what they're offering anyway." I almost regretted the remark after I'd sent it, because I was afraid that what I'd said would make her think that I'm some huge-hung stud, which I'm not. She just sent a "hee hee" and a blushing smile icon back to me. I'm not entirely sure what that meant, but whatever.

    In a meeting the next morning, she was sitting across from me while we listened to the boss drone on about something or other. She was doodling idly, I was staring out the window over her shoulder - flocks of ducks are leaving now, and creating large V's in the sky. She moved slightly and I looked down to bring her into focus. The way she was sitting - she'd turned slightly towards the front, where the boss was. Her shirt, unbuttoned at the top, opened up just enough so that I could see the top of her breast, where the chest starts to just curve out, and that white lace of her bra again.

    I know, cheap thrill, but my eyes were glued on her breast. I didn't notice her looking at me until she moved her hand over the opening and did a tiny "naughty boy" finger wave at me. I snapped out of it and felt my face redden as I gave her an embarrassed smile. The meeting ended a few minutes later and we all went back to our desks. I stopped on the way to hit the bathroom, and when I got back, Yahoo had opened up and her ID was there. "Next time, I'll wear black," the message said.

    I sent back my own embarrased icon, and apologized for staring. She said that she didn't intend to give me anything to stare at, but that she wasn't sorry she had. She repeated that next time she'd wear black, then wrote, "Now, get back to work, Mr. Eyes."

    #801 — Comments (3) — Apr 25, 2003 at 11:54 PM — That's Juicy! (2) Remove This.
  • — If The Boss Only Knew —
    Posted by Anonymous

    I posted the "In lust" one a few days ago. I have a bit of a follow-up.

    Yesterday, as I was leaving for the weekend, she was leaving, too. I'm not sure if she planned it that way or if it was complete coincidence. I guess I prefer to think it was planned, but I'll never know. We both got on the elevator together and headed down. We're on the 10th floor. I took a last, long look at her. I'm about a foot taller than she, and got a great view of her cleavage as I sttod next to her and took short glances. At one point she shifted and I could see the white of her bra - I know, I know, cheap thrills, but I'll take what I can get.

    I asked her what her plans were this weekend. She said she was going to visit some family in the next town over on Saturday, and have a nice relaxing day at home, alone, on Sunday. Then she said "give myself the hot and cold treatment." She looked up quickly at me as she said that, almost as if it had slipped out unconsciously. I asked her what that was, and she hemmed and hawed. The elevator door opened on the ground floor, saving her whatever embarrassment and me my knowledge. As she walked out, she said, "maybe I'll tell you later."

    I can only imagine what she means, and my imagination has run quite wild with it. The best scenario I came up with is that she takes a nice warm bath, then masturbates with ice. I turned that one over in my head a dozen times on the drive home and I swore I drempt about it last night. It is probably something completely different from what I imagined - does anyone else have any ideas? I'd hate to shatter the fantasy, but I'm dying to know!

    #799 — Comments (2) — Apr 10, 2003 at 11:13 PM — That's Juicy! (0) Remove This.
  • — If The Boss Only Knew —
    Posted by Anonymous

    I don't think my boss would give a rat's ass about this, but some other people might. I'm married for almost 10 years, pretty happily, one child ... but there is this new girl working for us that I am absolutely in lust with. I work in a pretty busy office, and I have a corner cubicle. It is off the beaten path, so I get little walk-by traffic. She is in a cube a few doors down. I get to see stare at her from the back when she goes to her cube and I get to wave to her as she walks out.

    She's perfect, sweet body, tits are just the right size (a handful, or a mouthful), long dark hair, eyes that sparkle. But the thing thats got me thinking about crawling inside her panties is that she like me! I'm no model by any means, but I at least keep in shape. I think I have a good personality, and I've helped her over a few bumpy things that came up in her orientation. We talk via instant messenger sporadically throughout the day.

    Last week, I was on the phone and saw her walking towards her cube. I kept talking but admired her ass all the way. When she reached her cube, she turned in, and looked me square in the eye and smiled. Damned if she didn't know I was watching. Two minutes later, Yahoo pops up and it is her: "Caught you looking! :)" she said.

    I sent an embarrassed face, and she said back, "That's OK. I don't mind. At least not if it is you." Before that I was just admiring, now my mind started to race. During my lunch hour, when I would finally get a chance to get off the phone, I would sit back and think about her. I imagined her under my desk giving me a blow job. I imagine myself under hers sucking her pussy. I imagined us both staying late, or coming in early, and getting into a 69 right in one of our cubes. After all these thoughts, I had to use the toilet, but couldn't because I had a raging hard-on!

    Anyway, I just needed to say all that - I have no idea where our flirting will go, or where I want it to go. But if anything happens, I'll try to come back to tell.

    #798 — Comments (0) — Apr 6, 2003 at 10:54 PM — That's Juicy! (0) Remove This.
  • — If The Boss Only Knew —
    Posted by Anonymous

    If my boss knew how much I'd love to screw him, I'd be a lot happier.
    He is a real hunk, great to work for, and incredibly sexy. I fantasize about him laying me on his desk and licking my pussy until I explode.
    I want him to fuck me in the ass. God, my pussy is throbbing thinking about this.
    I'm going to the washroom and finger myself.

    #797 — Comments (3) — Mar 26, 2003 at 11:41 AM — That's Juicy! (3) Remove This.
  • — If The Boss Only Knew —
    Posted by Anonymous

    I got into work a little early this morning. I went to the boss's office, pulled out the wastebasket he keeps under his desk, and took a big, greasy, crap. Shit sprayed the walls of the can.
    All morning he's been complaining that his office smells. HAHAHAHA

    #796 — Comments (4) — Mar 2, 2003 at 10:07 AM — That's Juicy! (0) Remove This.
  • — If The Boss Only Knew —
    Posted by Anonymous

    I would like to thank my boss for the qualifications I have earned since working here.
    I am now qualified to work at Disney Land, as I've put up with Mickey Mouse stuff here.
    I am now qualified to be a proctologist. I've been working with enough assholes here.
    I am now qualified to work in the fertilizer industry, after putting up with all the shit here.
    I can go on, but you get the picture.

    #795 — Comments (1) — Feb 26, 2003 at 9:28 AM — That's Juicy! (2) Remove This.
  • — If The Boss Only Knew —
    Posted by Anonymous

    I just went into the men's room, sat in the stall, and jerked off. I feel better now.

    #793 — Comments (2) — Feb 16, 2003 at 8:45 AM — That's Juicy! (0) Remove This.
  • — If The Boss Only Knew —
    Posted by Anonymous

    Where have all the confessions gone? This was one of my favourite sections.

    #791 — Comments (3) — Jan 27, 2003 at 1:36 PM — That's Juicy! (2) Remove This.
  • — If The Boss Only Knew —
    Posted by Anonymous

    My (ex) boss fired me this morning. On my way out, I took a crap on his car seat. Bastard.

    #790 — Comments (5) — Jan 26, 2003 at 11:22 AM — That's Juicy! (0) Remove This.
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