I was looking for photographic inspiration the other day, and the lovely Oleander Plume was kind enough to email me three suggestions for shots I could take. This was the third of them:
‘3. You’re in an office, sitting on top of your desk, leaning back on both hands, arms straight. Your jacket, shirt and pants are all open, and your erect cock is pointing up. You are looking to the side with a small smile on your face.’
As it happens, this was my last week in the job I came out to do in Poland, so on Wednesday night I sneaked into work after hours. Our floor is open-plan, and the only people with offices of their own are the company President, and the CFO. Apparently the President doesn’t lock his door when he leaves at night, which made it very easy to slip inside and take this week’s Sinful Sunday photo.
I left my jacket at home, and the small smile was sacrificed on the altar of anonymity, but otherwise I think this just about satisfies the brief…