Summer in the city, isn’t just hot, even at night. There’s a desperate longing in the air, pulling on your heart, your body, your clothing, making everything seem overwhelmingly intense. I was running late, slipping through the waves of heat still hanging in front of me, even though the darkness was taking over. The sun had given up his struggle with the night almost an hour before, giving himself up to her as she pulled her cape of stars across the sky, burning just as he had only deceptively, secretly. I’d stepped out in my thin pale dress and felt the fingers of warmth immediately caressing me, making my nipples hard, small breasts straining against the black silk of my bra.  The gauzy fabric might as well have not been there at all and I wished momentarily that it wasn’t as I moved quickly to the train station. Waiting.

Meet me in Montauk.

He was there, on the train, in the very back seat, as he always was, looking around, trying to appear casual, but I knew.  I knew what he was waiting for and the vibration of the train was already making his siderodromophilia burn to life. Once we started moving it would be almost more than he could bear. I’d watched his eyes close, hands gripping the rail on the seat beside him. For now though he only looked at me, not knowing my name or anything more than I was here, every Friday night, at this time on this train. Where he went after I stepped off and into my lover’s arms, I had no idea, but while we were on the train, just the two of us and a couple of random scattered strangers in the front, we were deep in a sexy fantasy that made the ride faster for me and infinitely slower and more intense than it would have been otherwise for him.

As we began to move, I knew his arousal just from riding the train was in full force, his cock hard in his pants. I control his cock now, and I knew it. Because his secrets were mine as well and as I moved to a seat across from him, knowing he’d look at me, because he couldn’t help it. My black panties and bra were easy to see through the thin dress and with my back to the rest of the train; I slowly unbuttoned the few top buttons, letting it fall open. His arousal from riding on the train was rivaled only by his melcryptovestimentaphilia. The black female undergarments making him twitch with longing.

We rode that way, him gazing at my bra and the slight shadow of dark panties barely visible through my skirt. The scenery flying by, starting to disappear as night took full hold. His hands were in his lap, unable to stop stroking his cock. I smiled, knowing the ride was almost over, at least for me and slipped my hands up under my skirt, letting him watch, as I slipped the panties off. My boyfriend loved when I showed up without panties on, excited and ready for him and this man’s eyes were only on those black panties. He wanted them.  I kicked off a sandal and slipped one bare foot out of the panties and then another, holding the black silk out to him. He hesitated only a moment, before reaching out, a soft “oh god…” slipping from his lips like a moan.

I giggled softly and as we rolled to a stop I stood up, leaning toward him to whisper before I left.  Satisfied my words had their desired effect as groan he couldn’t control filled the air around us. I knew he’d do as I said and smiled, grabbing my bag and stepping off the train into my lover’s arms, forgetting him, for now. My words “Put them on.”  Letting him know I knew everything, still hanging in the air around him as the train pulled away.

Bravo to our first Professor, Billy for his suggestions of philia’s for me to write a post about.

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Wayne’s Coffee in Tampere was one of my favorite places to go and sit and just relax while I was traveling in Finland. The coffee is always hot and the muffins are huge. I could barely finish one on my own and had to take one back to the hotel with me in one of their pink paper bags. Pink paper bags are just another bit of what I love in there, everyone seems to love it in there. I could blend in, no one bothered me, and I could sit and listen to the noise and the silence. Sip hot sweet chi lattes and think or write.

It was there I heard two people talking about something I had never really thought about, not sexually anyway. One of them had recently met a man she found to be the most amazing exciting person and she was ready to do anything to get him into bed. Smiling I picked up my latte and then as the hot liquid touched my lips I heard her friend say. “Be careful, you don’t want to just rush into anything.”

It was said in a measured stoic voice, one of someone older and wiser who had been there and done that and wanted this girl to stop and think. The conversation becoming one of baby steps when getting into a relationship. It’s always better to look before you leap. Test the water. Weigh your options. Sex should be carefully thought out and considered.

Sex for me is never about that. It’s all or nothing, full force, jump in. Whether I’m ordering around a sissy in pantyhose or having a session of guided masturbation with a stroker hoping  to orgasm. I’m all in. If I’m going to pull out a strap on and seduce you into cock sucking or tease your prick, I’m going to do it totally and without hesitation. Whether our session is a fantasy role play where I tell you an erotic story playing it out to the end is the best part for me. Discovering just where we can go….the journey not the destination.

Because that is how I live. I either do it or I don’t.  There’s not an option where I stop, slow down and investigate what might happen if I choose wrong. I don’t worry that the wrong guy will ruin my life, or I’ll ruin him. I can’t worry about that when wrong or right I am caught up in the moment and that same guy is the best kisser ever. I want to feel everything, touch everything and so I rush headlong into life. I’ve slammed into many walls, broken many things ( hearts mostly), but I’d never want to be any different. I prefer to bleed from the scrapes when I fall, then to sit safely and never feel.  Or maybe I prefer you to bleed….

Is caution something wise people do while fools, as they say, rush in? What do you do?

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