The Briefcase

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.

 Open sesame.

Yours truly,

your kinky courtesan xx

music mood:  U2 – “Bad”