It was a cold December Sunday in London. We were wrapping up a ‘date’ day with him going to work (night shift) and me heading home. We had to take the same tube for seven stops before he had to get off for work. We walked down the platform where there were fewer people and as the train approached we realised there was no one in the last few carriages so we made a run for it and got into the very last one. Empty. The Bakerloo line has these couch-like seats for 2 that face each other, rather than the typical lines of seats of most London underground trains. So we splurged as if we were in our own living room, threw our bags on the other side and sat down.
I leaned into him and said ‘Ok, so lets make the most out of this’.
We kissed for a bit and then he stopped, saying ‘Nah, we just ate, I can still smell the food’. He is a very very kinky man with a dirty mind but, at the same time, he is very particular about certain things.