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The Stupid risks I take and dangerous consequences.
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Weighing risks and consequences has always been important to the girls of this sub sub. Risks are one of my biggest kinks and something I never get tired of. Of course, When you play with fire you sometimes get burned. It's a part of what makes it fun.

If I'm being honest I don't always make the best choices when I'm horny. But the risk is just sooo much fun. At the end of the day it's always my choice to do it. (Assuming the story I tell is posted here instead of the other subs I frequent.)

Yesterday wasn't the first time I've gotten caught doing something stupid at work but it is the experience that's left me the most worried. I showed up to work that morning dressed in pants, a bra, covered with a black see-through mesh top, that was finally covered up with my jacket. 

By the time it was nearly time to leave work for the day my bra was put away and my jacket was open as I hoped no one would come in and notice I wasn't wearing a bra.

I was already in a slight haze from my last orgasm with my trusty Gemini and it wasn't very long before I found myself sitting bottomless in only my mesh top atop my desk with my legs spread as I played with myself while hoping no one would come in and see. And adding to the risk I stupidly closed my eyes for over a minute as I went.

Near orgasm, I soon found myself leaving work wearing only my shoes, mesh top, and jacket with my bra, pants, and panties left behind. Already on edge from not having another orgasm at my desk and playing with myself as I waited I snuck on the elevator when the coast was clear.

I've talked about elevator risks a couple of times before with a couple of friends and have gotten in and out of this exact elevator once before while I was totally naked and only stepped out as the doors started to close. Luckily I had gotten out of the situation just fine then. We've talked about what it would be like to ride all the way down before. To have the doors close and then be absolutely powerless to the outcome once it starts.

This time I didn't step out. My heart was beating so hard and I felt dizzy at being about to actually leave work on the elevator while so exposed and I immediately started playing with myself as before the doors even started closing. I knew it was nearly the point of no return and I could still get out but despite knowing I should I just kept playing with myself. The feeling when the elevator started going down and I knew I was no longer in control and couldn't open the door was indescribable. I was so nervous and scared wondering if the door would open before I got down, so turned on by actually going through with it, and in such a slutty haze that I felt myself slip into an extremely powerful orgasm that left my clutching at a rail and leaning against the wall as I road it out and tried not to let my legs give out.

I didn't see anyone as the doors opened but I couldn't exactly get out either mid orgasm without face planting. I don't know how long she was watching me but by the time the doors were starting to close I nearly had a heart attack as I noticed a woman I don't think I recognized from the brief period of time I saw her clearly surprised at seeing a bottomless girl mid orgasm there.

I don't know how I would have reacted if I hadn't just had a mind numbing orgasm and whether I would have just made a run for it or chosen to go back up and try and sneak around unseen on the stairs, but before I had composed myself the choice was taken from me as the doors shut again.

Unfortunately (Or fortunately in the point of view of any sadists reading this) I would have been fucked either way since a guy was waiting for the elevator at the next floor up. He was clearly surprised and kind of at a loss for words and a bit awkward about the whole thing. I made some pathetic excuse about spilling hot coffee on myself and begged him not to tell anyone. After I fumbled out my weak excuse I just ran to the stairwell nearby and left work (hopefully) unseen by anyone else.

Afterwards, I wasn't in the best of moods so I spent the rest of my night coping in the best way that usually cheers me up after stuff like this. I went out to get fucked hard to take my mind off of things.

With everything being slow from the pandemic instead of going to a bar and finding myself getting gangbanged or having a train ran on me like I usually would have after a day like yesterday I spent my night at my friend Jenna's place. While gangbangs are fun Jenna has a talent of leaving me just as sore since she is one sadistic domme. I'm not one who likes to encourage too bad of behaviors believe it or not so I won't go into graphic detail but I am now covered in and covering some fun, hot, bruises. Particularly on my neck since I like being choked, my ass still feels like it's on fire when I sit, and I have bite marks on my inner thighs, ass, and tits still... In other words it was one of those nights out that I love. lol

You might be asking, "But Eve, What's the lesson of this post?" 

I don't know. Does there have to be one? Maybe the lesson is that I love risks? Or when in doubt, get someone to fuck you hard to feel a bit better? :P I might hate how I feel after shit hits the fan, be mad at myself for a while, feel so stupid, depraved, or humiliated, and feel like such a broken whore that it's a tangible feeling... (All of which I was really feeling yesterday afterwards) But so many times I end up finding myself wet later thinking about it. (And sometimes during it.) And yes, As I've been sitting here dreading the possibility of being fired today or sometime this week, somehow I've become wet typing this up... This is who I am and I guess it's the real reason I'm posting more than to tell about the experience. This isn't safeslutsclub or smartslutsclub. I like playing with fire. It makes me happy even if sometimes in the moment of being burned it doesn't. And yes, I'm super worried and on edge right now and constantly changing my mind about how I feel about the whole thing... But I'm also proud of who I am and for being willing to take some of the risks I've taken in life and being a stupid slut. Taking some risks aren't easy. But they sure are hot. :P

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