My train from the suburbs arrives into London Bridge. At the time he was working just over the river. It’s a hot July day and I’m not really concentrating. My phone pings.
“Fancy sucking my cock?”
“I’ll get the next train.”
“I’ll see you in The Vintry”
An hour later I’m walking back across the bridge to get the train home. A man double takes as I dip my fingers into my cleavage and lick the spunk from them.
I giggle and text him.
“That’s a really hot message! That was really hot.”
Forty minutes later I’m back at my desk.
I’ve thought about that every single time I’ve crossed London Bridge since. That’s my London Bridge memory. It’ll always be my London Bridge memory.
Absolutely perfect 💖
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