Maybe it isn't such a good idea to feature a woman with whom I work in my stories/fantasies. By way of example, I greeted a co worker the other morning, thinking as I did so, "Weren't you naked, and tied up in my bed, begging for my dick, when I last saw you?"
Kinda disconcerting, the stark contrast between my remarkable, sexual Walter Mitty-esque imaginary life, and my pedestrian real life.