Do you like it when I use those dirty words? All those verbs, and always, always me? Or do you like it better when I whisper lewd things I could be doing to you when we’re in a crowded place? Is it the willingness to do all those inappropriate things in all the wrong places? Or maybe it’s that eagerness to try new things? What about that list I’m keeping of all the things we’ve tried together? In writing, in order, you like that, don’t you? My attention to detail? The ever-increasing imagination?
Oh, I know what it is. It’s this crazy inconspicuousness, the way you can introduce me to anyone, and they’d never, ever guess.
That’s your favourite thing.
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The people in my office would die of shock if they found out what I’m doing at lunchtime, and where.
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Oh, COME ON, you EVIL TEASE!
Do tell! What are you doing behind the taco stand, huh? Come on.
Don’t stuff us full of suspense and then deny the play.
Meanie. Mmf.
(There’s something I’ve never done, sex on lunch. But in regards to this posting, yeah, there are aspects of me that would surprise the hell out of a few folks, but I think most people have an idea of some kind that I’m, well, Trouble, but just can’t peg how or why. And I’m fine with being unquantifiable in that regard.)