Mar 052017
 

We have never met.

I know what you look like. You have a vague sense of what I look like.

We have established that our lives bring us, frequently – daily – in close proximity to one another.

One day, soon, we will take that one step closer to meeting. We will exist in close proximity to one another. Perhaps even touching. But not speaking. Barely acknowledging one another.

You will wear clothes I’ve selected.

You will have my voice playing in your ear. I will give you instructions, perhaps.

If all goes as I hope, your pussy will be wet, your hairs on end, as our eyes lock. As you avoid my gaze. As you stare at the ground, following the instructions in your ears. And by the time we part ways, I will know the smell of your cunt.

Even as no one else knows.

Say something! (I just did....)