I hate it when anything interrupts my morning coffee.
I take my addiction to caffeine very seriously, and it better be important enough to warrant my attention.
“The shape of his penis is disturbing.”
Winner, winner, chicken dinner.
I put my coffee down and begin typing notes into my laptop.
There is a very petite woman at the next table, talking with either a friend or a coworker, I can’t figure which.
Her choice of morning conversation, along with the fact that she is making no attempt to lower her voice, is the beautiful marriage of oblivious and confident as hell.
She is mid twenties, maybe, a tiny woman. A fairly tight black dress with heels. There are some curves going on in that dress. I want to call her French, but that might be because of her hair being pulled up with just a few wispy strands hanging down.
The effect is very attractive without being slutty.
There is a bit of shock at her statement being made to a man. You would expect her to talk that way to a close girlfriend.
Normally, that would throw my suspicion at him as being her gay friend and its safe to talk to him this way.
Except that he is not gay.
How do I know? I mean, I have pure shit for gaydar, but while this guy isn’t exactly a brutish clod, you can’t help but think that he would dress and accessorize better if he were a homosexual.
There is a definite hetero mismatch to his clothing and color choices.
Like I should talk. My fiancee has outright banned a few of my clothing choices, mainly for colors.
“And you should see the joy in his eyes when he knows its too big to be comfortable.”
This is a subtle little phrase that I jotted down and moved on. When I cam back to it later, I was mesmerized by several things.
First off, this girl is a freak. She is currently dating some sort of sadistic porn star with elephantitis of the penis. He likes pain, and apparently, so does she.
Second off, as tiny as she is, it just seems so out of place. She is sitting, but standing, she can’t be more than 4’11 at most, and 80 lbs dripping wet.
Third off, she likes it rough. This is not necessarily a minus here, unless you aren’t packing the angry bulldog of cocks in your pants.
In other words, the rest of us.
Her coworker has yet to say a word. Just a lot of head nodding and “mmmm.”’s in agreement.
I believe she was halfway thru her description of her weekend with “Tono” (What the hell kind of a name is that?) and describing the restraints he liked to use, when I first realized that I was in love.
Not that I am into rough sex, I’m not. But I love that free attitude that you can sit in a Starbucks, surrounded by business people, yoga enthusiasts, parents with their kids, and of course, me, and feel comfortable enough to talk about the absolute BD/SM porn film that your life is.
She is woman hear her roar.
(Just make sure you wear a condom.)