Train of thought
Saying goodbye to Rich tonight at the airport felt really surreal. He gave me the keys to his apartment and said I can stay over whenever I’m in London and to make myself “at home”…whatever that means? When I was on the train back to his apartment, he sent a few texts.
“Just think of me sat next to you in a crowded carriage, my hand slipping up your skirt, slowly fingering you as you let out a slight gasp, trying not to be heard. Standing up you follow to me to the loo. As soon as the door shuts behind us you’re on your knees taking my cock in to your mouth…slightly choking as I push in to you. Picking you up, you wrap your legs around my waist as I push in to you, fucking you hard. Putting a hand over your mouth so not to be heard by the other passengers. I feel you shake as you cum. As I feel myself about to cum you drop to your knees and take me in your mouth. Best journey ever..”.
They got me pretty wound up but that wasn’t all. As I returned to the apartment I got another text. He asked me to look in the black box in the bottom of his wardrobe. I did, inside was a gift wrapped box and once opened there waiting, was my new love for the next few weeks – the new rampant rabbit wave.