Life On The Road Part 3 San Francisco
Every time I travel with my job, the opportunities are endless: businesswomen at bars, wives stopping at Starbucks, stay-at-home moms shopping for husbands and family. The urges are everywhere. My problem is, I can’t just walk by without making myself known. I am a man. I can’t help it. The woman that you see at Starbucks is a woman on her way home from work. The woman that I see is a private fuck party waiting to meet someone that will make them lose all control of their inhibitions. The woman...