So I wrote most of this out for someone just recently over in r/dirtypenpals, but I enjoyed sharing it with her and I’ve been thinking about it all again ever since and can’t get it out of my head and so I decided to share it here too.
Some while ago I posted a DPP prompt [- this one -](https://www.reddit.com/r/dirtypenpals/comments/5idq4c/f4f_the_cafe/) and I had a wonderfully rude time playing it out over a few weeks with someone who became a regular playmate – though its finished now.
However…….
What I never ever told my playmate is that my scene was based on a true story that happened to me in the Summer of the year before.
So picture this….
A quiet pub on a lazy, late weekday Summer morning. I’m sitting at the top of some low steps on a terrace overlooking the river with my second coffee and ignoring my paperwork (because it goes away if you ignore it long enough – honest) and I’m smiling.
I’m smiling because I’m thoroughly enjoying the warmth and the sunshine but mostly because I’m more than a little distracted by some pervy sexting with a brand new ‘friend’.