Tales on the Metro North

I often ride the Metro North to Stamford to see clients. Tonight the energy was different. It could of been the train was filled w commuters or maybe it was the unintentonal heat being passed between myself and a gentleman sitting across from me.

What made this encounter, if you want to call it that, so “storybook” is that I never even got his name. He just kept making me smile and I used the thoughts about what I wanted to do to him to get me hot to see a new client. It should be stated that we were not in the Bar Car and he was chatting with his friend about golf but I kept wetting my red lips and undressing him with my mascared-eyes and I could feel his eyes on me.

We didnt get off at the same stop but that kind of flirtation hasnt happened in a long time and my loins were off and running…I even briefly thought about posting a ‘missed connection’ ad on Craigs List. Just thinking sbout where that could go….

My client was a gem btw….,

Your kinky courtesan xx

I'm a writer and a lover not a fighter, except if I really want something.

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