Cuming in the Bar
I loved meeting at a bar. It was intimate and personal – yet also public and strangely erotic. I got there a little early and sat at the end of the bar. I was anxious – it had been awhile since we’d last seen each other. I was dressed to impress. Impress you, that is. Black fishnets – crotchless of course. Black shelf bra – leaving my nipples straining out the top. High, black boots. A black dress with a long zipper. I ordered a white wine and patiently waited. Luckily I didn’t have to wait...
Exhibitionism