| Straight: BDSM: A Simple Life (1/6) |
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I love to flirt with men. I dance and sing, knowing he's watching; any guy anywhere, at the market, at the convenience store, or at the video outlet. I'll accidentally rub against them, I love knowing that the simplest move or rub against their cocks no matter how innocent drives them crazy. It also drives me into even more despair due to my sudden lack of physical attention. So, I dance. It makes me happy. In the convenience store today, one had a curiously infectious laugh. I stopped and admired his hazel eyes, crinkled with laughter. His cold weather gear and hat concealed the majority of his physical details; a moustache and tiny beard, neatly trimmed, not a hair revealed from beneath his hat. Tall and burly is probably the best way to describe him. At the register, he chatted pleasantly with the clerk and made his purchase. I stood behind him with my merchandise. I was still humming the tune along with the muzak, continuing to move my hips. He turned to leave, still with that laugh, and said to me, "you certainly do enjoy elevator music." I giggled, replying, "I do what makes me happy; no one else does." In return, his gaze turned quizzical as he continued out of the convenience store. I paid for my purchases, taking a long sip of my coffee. I returned to my car. As I eased into the front seat, I hadn't noticed someone standing to the side of the car. I spoke out, asking forgiveness for opening the door before them. Still humming to myself, I attempted to pull the door closed, but it held fast. I looked to see what was blocking the door when I realized it's being held open. He's there. Still smiling. It's my turn to look quizzical. "I enjoyed your little performance.", he said. I giggled shyly. "Well, like I said, I have to make myself happy, as there is no one else to do it." "No one? But I see your wearing a wedding band." "No one. My husband has not been in good health.", I lied. "So, I make myself happy with the simple things." A genuine chuckle escaped his lips. "I'm sorry, but that was simple. You're lucky you don't get carted off somewhere." I laughed and alluded to having been on medication for quite sometime and harmless to general society. The chat was easy, but the weather was frigid and uncomfortable. I longed to close the door and start the car to get the heat going again. "My name is....Would you be interested in joining me for lunch?", he asked. I hedged towards saying no, when he stated he was just passing through, a pit stop off of the interstate and would like company for his meal. I refused the luncheon, but agreed to a coffee with him as he ate at the local eatery. We quickly warmed ourselves in the restaurant with great steaming mugs of coffee. He ordered a light meal and we talked about the local area and sights to see, where his travels were taking him. A handsome man, tall with beautiful, laughing hazel eyes and his head, shaven cleanly and glowing. I was truly enjoying the conversation and company. He dawdled throughout his meal, I'm sure it was quite cold by now. His questions turned to those about my husband's ill health, expressing empathy. I told him I had lied. That things weren't like they used to be between us. I don't know why, but I felt at ease telling him this. "...., I long for the adventure of living again." He leaned across the table, cupping my chin in his hand and said, |
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Oh yes!!
