Sunalmighty
Superstar
Don't deal with married women unless its job related man, karma is something else. Only if its necessary. Respect marriages
Going to lunch with a married woman Yay or Nay
- Thread starter Wepa Man
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Hell Naw N!gga!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
1. She's a married woman working with u
2. The workplace talks and how u know somebody at the work don't know her husband and gets word to him about u and her having lunch together
3. think for yourself and stop asking us coli n!ggas about what should u do in a situation that is so easy to answer
4. is puzzy more important than your job, the stress of fuking a broad who might get attach to u regardless of what she says about this was only about sex and nothing more, but time and time again she keep seeing u at work and want more dyck.
NEVER AND THE ROCK MEANS NEVER!!!!!!!!! GET INVOLVED WITH A MARRIED WOMAN U WORK WITH!!!!!! IF THE CHICK WAS FROM PARIS AND IN TOWN FOR A DAY WELL KNOCK THAT SHYT OUT THE BOX, BUT U NEVER DO A MARRIED CO-WORKER
1. She's a married woman working with u
2. The workplace talks and how u know somebody at the work don't know her husband and gets word to him about u and her having lunch together
3. think for yourself and stop asking us coli n!ggas about what should u do in a situation that is so easy to answer
4. is puzzy more important than your job, the stress of fuking a broad who might get attach to u regardless of what she says about this was only about sex and nothing more, but time and time again she keep seeing u at work and want more dyck.
NEVER AND THE ROCK MEANS NEVER!!!!!!!!! GET INVOLVED WITH A MARRIED WOMAN U WORK WITH!!!!!! IF THE CHICK WAS FROM PARIS AND IN TOWN FOR A DAY WELL KNOCK THAT SHYT OUT THE BOX, BUT U NEVER DO A MARRIED CO-WORKER
Tide Run This
Veteran
this hits home
elaborate
Tide Run This
Veteran
I almost lost my life over a bytch I fukked with at my work.
u brought it up
tell the story
Tide Run This
Veteran
u brought it up
tell the story
I made a thread way back explaining the shyt. Me and the girl been fukking around for a good while and the shyt OP posted is exactly how shyt started out with the 2 of us. Started out as hanging out with each other on lunches then shyt would get more serious. Girl would hit me up on her lunch or I'd hit her up to meet up with one another on random ass days. End up getting too close and start catching feelings over one another.
We started fukking but the girl would start calling me every fukking day/night hitting me up all :inlove: and my dumb ass didn't keep shyt at a certain level. Turn out we fukk around with each other for damn near 4 years and nikkas been talking around the job but you gotta try to play it off like
we just friends but nikkas know. 
One night I got a call from her man from I guess was their home number asking who I was. He found out me and his wife had been sending a shytload of text to one another because he controls their phone contract.
He gets an alert talking about an overload of text between the 2 of us (I told the girl not to text me) and basically dude was looking for my ass. The gf was at work and he ran up to the job and they had a big ass fight and was looking for me. She had to leave work early and bytches at the job started airing out info. I called out of work as I got an overload of phone calls the rest of the night so I could lay low the rest of the week.
shyt just wasn't worth it I mean the p*ssy was
and the girl is 
but fukk dealing with all the drama of fukking with married women. Even when we would be doing our thing always gotta keep ya eyes open looking out for suspect shyt. Luckily shyt cooled down and I haven't had any trouble. I think the husband was such a simp he basically let the bytch slide and everyone good.I made a thread way back explaining the shyt. Me and the girl been fukking around for a good while and the shyt OP posted is exactly how shyt started out with the 2 of us. Started out as hanging out with each other on lunches then shyt would get more serious. Girl would hit me up on her lunch or I'd hit her up to meet up with one another on random ass days. End up getting too close and start catching feelings over one another.
We started fukking but the girl would start calling me every fukking day/night hitting me up all :inlove: and my dumb ass didn't keep shyt at a certain level. Turn out we fukk around with each other for damn near 4 years and nikkas been talking around the job but you gotta try to play it off like
One night I got a call from her man from I guess was their home number asking who I was. He found out me and his wife had been sending a shytload of text to one another because he controls their phone contract.
The gf was at work and he ran up to the job and they had a big ass fight and was looking for me. She had to leave work early and bytches at the job started airing out info. I called out of work as I got an overload of phone calls the rest of the night so I could lay low the rest of the week.
shyt just wasn't worth it I mean the p*ssy was
admit it u was a shivering bytch when u heard he was in the building
Tide Run This
Veteran
admit it u was a shivering bytch when u heard he was in the building
I was at the house looking like 
I thought girl was gonna be 
by end of the night. After staying out the spotlight for a couple days I was cool I figured if shyt ain't happen by then nothing would come of it. I've seen him since then and nothing has come of it. The girl still be
though
breh its just lunch. id go and chill..and see what the vibes is like. if she on some co worker were buddies vibe then whats wrong with that?
if she want you to find out what that thang smell like, then you can choose to back off or be a scumbag like me and find out
She asked two times for lunch since I started this thread
Ask her point blank why she wants to eat lunch with you.
George W. Piff
Pro
Get married brehs? 
iamstr8fire
Apex Predator
Oh gawd, this. She's obviously feeling really strongly about you if she keeps asking you to lunch. It always starts off as something innocent and builds very quickly. It leads to great conversation over some white wine and salmon, a long walk down to the end of Crystal Pier where she gets that distant, thoughtful look in her crystal blue eyes and she confesses that she's not happy with her life, you try to put your hand on the small of her back to comfort her because yoursavior tendencies start to take over, she throws her arms around you and buries her face in your chest and tells you that you're the only person she feels like she can "be herself" with and that she's so grateful to you, and you all of a sudden have a powerful rapport that didn't exist before with what was "just" a lunch.
Next thing you know you have a bunch of inside jokes. You make jokes about how guys can't stop staring at her boobs, and she'll tease you about how everyone can't stop checking out your ass or that bulge in the front of your pants that you have but you can't help it because it's hard to find pants that can hide that shyt. She smiles warmly every fukking time she passes your cubicle, giving off a melodic laugh that puts you a little too much at ease.
You start spending more and more time with one another. She keeps "needing" to confide in you about more and more things. Before you know it, you're enjoying cocktails at Rei Do Gado (best Brazilian steakhouse in San Diego!) talking about how you wish other people would just splurge a little more often and a little more recklessly to indulge themselves because hey, you only live once, right?
Then she says that she doesn't want to go home tonight. She wants to stay in a hotel to escape her husband and married life, and invites you up for more drinks up in her hotel room in the US Grant. One thing leads to another and you're pinning her up against the wall, slamming into her, gyrating your hips to make sure you hit that g-spot extra hard, and she clinches her thighs around your waist as you continue to punish her relentlessly. Maybe when you climax you'll whisper some Spanish in her ear as she digs her fingernails into your back.
You both collapse after the marathon and your thoughts begin to race. You wonder what you've done to this poor guy's marriage, what kind of worth you've burdened this woman with, the financial ruin you left them prone to as a result of doing what you did with her, and the lifelong distrust of the opposite sex you've created for the both of them. You wonder why you couldn't just go for a single woman rather than go for the "forbidden fruit."
But I wouldn't know shyt about this. Besides, it's just lunch, right?
Not sure if jokes
Or cliff notes from your Autobiography
