mmmm

It happens every once in a while.

The London Underground is a smoky flesh fountain between the hours of 17.00 and 18.00. Sometimes you find yourself so close to someone it might equate to rape, if you weren't enjoying it so much. And once in a while you'll find your legs placed between another fellow passenger's. And as the smell of perspiration, Channel No5, and Wrigley's Extra clog up your nostrils, you look into each other's eyes and the tip of your cock begins to swell. And if nobody else was stood around you (even though they might not blink an eyelid), you could have each other in that moment. You could devour the other person completely. And all you can smell is their flesh, that tired, hungry flesh. It's enough to drive you crazy. And then you hear it:

'Please mind the gap'

and it's gone. She's taken your orgasm and run with it, far far away. And there's no point reporting it, for people will think you're mad. Now why did she do that?

Spoke with M last night. Had been absolutely ages since we last....you know.
Was great, needless to say.

As you know, M and I have never physically met. We havent touched each other once, or seen each other in the flesh. And despite this, we've known each other for 6 years, and we are close. Perhaps closer than ever.

And the sex still simmers and froths up to the top of the saucepan each time I hear M's voice. Even now, after six years.

Yesterday after I replaced the reciever, I thought about M. Six years, so much could happen in that time. You could have six children. A child can transform in that time. A couple might wed after being together for six years. You might open a brothel in that time and it may even be declared bankrupt even before the time is up.

And I've changed. M has been witness to the transformation. The opening. But one thing remains certain. The sexual hunger for each other, M and I, never ceases to exist. It's always there, even though we know the other has been with another person. It shines like a light. Blinding.

How unlikely that must be. To long for somebody, to feel like they've been there all along, when you came, when you fell asleep. And when you wake, it's just you in the bed. But you could have sworn somebody else was there the night before.

Ah, it's all getting a bit too Mills and Boon for my dear self.

M is due over for Christmas shopping/fucking (of the real sort), or so I'm led to believe. Mind you, M is a person of their word and I have little doubt that I will soon feel the words, feel them fully.

The biggest fear is this. Once the flesh is united, does the telepathy cease to exist. Does the longing fuel our relationship. When we meet, will it be fireworks? A few beautiful bursts and then nothing. What would I do?