Jul 5, 2009
Jul 5, 2009
On the tube, they cannot let go of each other. There must always be something touching - thighs; fingers; shoulders; lips.
When a single seat becomes available, he urges her to take it and then hovers in front of her. She reaches out; they touch.
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a not-recently begun affair, but not so long for her to have started feeling like a fully fledged mistress. v sweet, kind of. :)
Oh, I don’t know about that, Lucy: my wife and I are still like that most of the time after six years together. It’s wonderful to still feel a spark every time we come into contact.
…and no, it’s not static electricity. Not every time, anyway.