Share this article via facebook Share this article via twitter. When I sat down to bash this out behaveI realised that almost the entirety of my argument is based on hygiene. And I hit the jackpot. We need to talk about vagina farts. Today I start work at a stately Art Deco newspaper office in Kensington, pondering where might be best to slope off and bash one out. Doing it during official work-time instead of on my lunch break should add an air of thrill to proceedings, but instead it makes me flustered and nervy. That trust is difficult.
So instead I try to do a stealthy, speedy stroke.
We tried masturbating at work for a week and this is what happened
Over the course of several discreet morning bathroom breaks, I scope out assorted bogs on various floors, looking for the optimal mix of good internet and square footage to stretch out in. Still, the plan works like a charm. Maybe I was missing out on all the benefits masturbation could bring. Which is an issue, because I finish at 4. The Fix The daily lifestyle email from Metro. And from this day forward, I will be replacing the standard handshake with a polite nod of acknowledgement. Share this article via facebook Share this article via twitter.