The office shower is to me a source of constant torture. Firstly because I imagine all my male colleagues while they are naked there. Knowing they are undressed, with water falling over them, caressing their skins, so close and so far…

A few days ago a female colleague told me she went into the toilet, the one where the shower is located, and caught a male colleague with only a towel around him coming out of the shower. It was his fault, he didn’t lock the door properly. I took notice of the day of the week and time… but the following week the door was properly locked. Maybe I’ll keep trying, people forget things after a while! I would be really keen to see that one in such a state of undress, he is a prime specimen.

I also suffer when I’m having a shower, I’m there naked imagining that only a door away there is an array of hot men. Having a strong sexual drive allied with a dire need for intimacy is a gift… and a curse.