I take the train to work these days.

On good mornings I see beautiful women. And every morning, I think I may have fallen in love, over and over again.

I must confess that I enjoy it when they get close to me, and so I get even closer to them. I'm rather thankful for the crowd. After all, who could feign being tipsy at this hour?

That morning. That lady was edging in, making her way towards me. She got close. So close that I could feel her breath on my chest. I smelled earl grey and a whiff of Flora by Gucci. And I smiled.

She was wearing open toe white and gold stilettos. The kind that would pierce the hearts of men.

(I'm not a leg person. But I must say that she had beautiful calves.)

My eyes continued to scale her body. There was no visible pantyline on that black silky skirt. It ended off very delightfully above her knees.

She raised her left hand, running those dainty fingers across the length of her neck and through her hair, revealing her left ear. I could almost taste her lips as she licked them.

It was then I could resist no longer. I held my breath. And looked.




it was a terrible sight to behold.