The Fapping Experiment: Boosting Productivity in the Workplace

It was just another mundane day at work for Emma. Seated before her desk, she stared unseeingly at her computer screen, struggling to conceive an innovative marketing strategy for her firm’s upcoming product unveiling. She couldn’t concentrate, her mind kept wandering to the attractive guy who worked in the cubicle across from her. She had been single for a while now and her sexual frustration was through the roof.

Emma shifted in her seat, trying to distract herself from her thoughts. Suddenly, her phone buzzed with a notification. It was a news article from Ravishly, titled “Fapping at work: The new smoke break?”. Emma’s curiosity got the better of her and she clicked on the link. As she read through the article, she couldn’t believe what she was reading. The article claimed that taking a quick masturbation break at work could boost productivity and creativity.

Emma rubbed her temples, trying to process the information. “Is this really a thing?” she thought to herself. She glanced around her office, wondering if anyone else had read the article. Everyone seemed focused on their work, without any hint of distraction. Maybe they were all secretly indulging in a little “me time” at work. Emma felt herself getting wet at the thought of it.

She couldn’t resist the urge anymore. She quickly closed the article and slipped her hand under her desk. She undid the buttons on her pants and slid her hand beneath her panties. She was already wet with anticipation. She closed her eyes and started rubbing her clit in small circles. It felt so good, she couldn’t stop. Her mind was suddenly clear, and she could feel her creativity flowing back to her. She moaned softly, trying to stifle the sound. She didn’t want to get caught.

Suddenly, her phone rang, making her jump. She quickly pulled her hand out of her pants and answered the call. It was her boss. “Emma, can you come to my office for a quick meeting?”

Shit. Emma panicked. She tried to discreetly wipe her wet hand on her pants, hoping that her boss wouldn’t notice. She quickly got up and made her way to the boss’s office.

“Sit down, Emma,” her boss said, gesturing to the chair across from his desk. Emma sat down nervously, trying to keep a straight face.

“I need you to work on the new marketing campaign for our upcoming product launch,” her boss said, handing her a file. “I want something fresh and innovative.”

Emma took the file and started reading through it. Her mind was still hazy from the orgasm she had just had. She tried to focus, but her thoughts kept drifting back to the article she had just read. Maybe this was the perfect opportunity to test out the theory.

“I have an idea,” Emma said, surprising herself. “Why don’t we run a social media campaign where customers can share their own product reviews and experiences? It’ll create a sense of community and engagement.”

Her boss looked impressed. “That’s a great idea, Emma,” he said. “I knew you had it in you.”

Emma smiled to herself, knowing that her little “break” had helped her come up with the idea. She felt a wave of excitement and power rush through her. She had never felt so alive.

The rest of the day flew by in a blur. Emma felt like a new person, brimming with energy and confidence. She had never felt so productive at work before. As she packed up to leave, she couldn’t resist the urge to try it again. She quietly slipped into the bathroom stall and secured the door, her mind dwelling on all the tantalizing things she planned to do once she arrived home. Without pause, she lowered her pants and started fondling her clitoris. Suddenly, the creaking of the door made her heart race. She froze, her heart racing. Someone had entered the bathroom. She attempted to contain any sound she might make, yet it was already too tardy. The stranger had heard her moaning.

“Is everything okay in there?” a voice asked, sounding concerned.

Emma’s face turned red with embarrassment. She quickly pulled up her pants and unlocked the stall door. It was the attractive guy from the cubicle across from her.

“I-I was just…um…I had an itch,” she stammered, feeling like an idiot.

The guy chuckled. “Sure you did,” he said, with a smirk on his face. “But seriously, you shouldn’t be doing that at work. It’s not professional.”

Emma felt a wave of shame wash over her. He was right. What had she been thinking?

“I know, I’m sorry,” she said, feeling like a scolded child. “It won’t happen again.”

The guy nodded and walked out of the bathroom, leaving Emma alone with her thoughts. She felt foolish and reckless. Why had she taken such a risk? What would happen if she got caught next time?

As she drove home, Emma couldn’t shake the feeling of guilt and shame. She had always prided herself on being a professional, but this had made her question everything. Had she become a different person? Was her sexual frustration clouding her judgement?

When she got home, she collapsed onto her bed and cried. She felt like she had let herself down. She had never felt so vulnerable and exposed.

The days passed by in a blur. Emma endeavored to concentrate on her job and move on from the event, but it persistently lingered in her thoughts. She sensed as though people were observing her, anticipating her next blunder.  

One day, as she was leaving work, an attractive guy approached her.

“I don’t mean to intrude, but I felt like I should apologize for what I said before,” he said, looking at her apologetically. “It’s not my place to judge what you do in your personal life. I’m sorry.”

Emma felt a wave of relief wash over her. Maybe not everyone thought she was a pervert.

“Thank you,” she said, smiling at him. “I appreciate it.”

The guy smiled back at her. “Hey, if you ever need someone to talk to, I’m here,” he said, before walking away.

Emma felt a glimmer of hope return to her. Maybe things would be okay after all. Maybe she could move past this and regain her confidence.

As she prepared to depart in her vehicle, she was struck with a sudden desire. Acting on impulse, she slipped her hand beneath her trousers and began to caress her clitoris. It felt good, freeing even. She let out a small moan, not caring if anyone could hear her. She was finally doing what she wanted, without any fear or shame. She was in control.

The end.