The day was dark and gloomy. The kind of day where you want to hid under the Covers all day and toss in and out of sleep. I just so happened to have to work on this ugly day. I was in a terrible mood. Nobody was out. I had nothing to do but complain to myself and wish I were at home in my nice warm bed. It was a long day.
As I was standing there grumbling to myself I looked up at the escalator just in time to see a man riding up. He was a handsome man. He made my heart skip a beat. At that point I knew that I would have more to think about that day than feeling sorry for myself. For the rest of the day I envisioned myself with that man...in my bed. I saw us having wild passionate sex. His hands running through my hair. My fingernails clawing at his back. The two of us moaning as we rocked back and forth into each other. Our tongues meeting quickly every few thrusts.
I had to try so very hard to keep myself from moaning aloud at work. Then finally the time came when I was to go home. My spirits were lifted. Not only was I going home but I also had the fantasy of my man to take home with me. As I was walking towards my car I notice someone coming out of the other exit and walking in my direction.