Just a Onetime Thing

Just a Onetime Thing

What happens in the world is what happens, so denial is as impossible as fantasy, as what we expect, because it happened.

On a train, in an elevator, in the men's room on the 32nd floor of my office building, in a gas station restroom. She was everywhere. I don't know how.

"Shut up.
Put on the glove."

Then pressing my hand to her crotch. And any way or position or toy. She had an agenda. It was strictly....her.

Insatiable grinding, gritting, emotional tipping point catharsis, and each time, crashing full force, collapsing just briefly....

And then, gathering herself and her things, walking out, and ignoring me, completely.

She cums and goes. No names. No phones. Until nextime, nothing.

Then.

On a train, into the city, she found me sitting alone in a car by myself. Suddenly, "Shut up. I'm clean, and I just showered half an hour ago."

With that, she spread her coat, revealing flesh from here to there, and she motioned me to...."Hurry....I'm ready!" As I leaned in, she grabbed the back of my head and road my face like a salty pillow. Intoxication drowning, and squirting, and collapsing, and bolting. Something new.

The next stage? One joy at a time....