The understated accessory. Yet, a daunting one. A statement of persona. We carry a briefcase and our gait becomes more powerful, purposeful. Standing in a crowded elevator, grasping on to the handle tightly, the anticipation of revealing the contents, is a heady feeling. The silence around you is palpable but you can feel the curious eyes because its natural to wonder…Are there contents of a legal nature? Financial? Blueprints? Or perhaps…it is all a ruse and the contexts are sexual and kinky? You can’t help but give a small, discreet smile because you know…
Ding. Slowly but steadily you make it to your final destination. You stop at the door and take a deep breath, inhaling the environment around you – leather and all. A brief but sharp knock.
your kinky courtesan xx
music mood: U2 – “Bad”