by somefun on Mon Sep 29, 2008 12:38 am
A business woman carrying one of those black leather hand bag/briefcases made by Radley. An expensive and classy item, just like its owner.
For some reason or other, we are in a train compartment alone and my eyes roam from her briefcase to her long cashmere coat and to her eyes, which have been avoiding me. And avoid me again now. Avoiding me for the reason that I know exactly what she wants and needs. From her expensive leather court shoes to the portfolio that she is pretending to work on, she wants me and I know it.
Her body cries out for the touch and the attention that I can give her. She can already feel the light kisses that I would place on her neck, that would turn into gentle bites. How she needs to feel my desire, the energy rising up between us. The carriage, empty apart from the two of us. No questions asked, just the simple answering of our desire for each other, before we disembark at the next stop and go our separate ways...
did your hand just brush against me, accidently...?
