So engrossed was I in my final thesis, on Faust and the meaning of life, that I didn't notice the fit guy at the library service desk until after my public encounter. Nor did I realise that I hadn't eaten that day until my stomach growled during the events of this story. My final dissertation was everything. It almost consumed me until Mistress Tallyn walked past the desk that I fervently studied at.
My name is Esther and I'm almost at the end of my Doctoral degree in Literature. I have always enjoyed the company of a man and I'd say I'm sexually inventive. I have never been turned on by another woman although I find some pretty. I've certainly not found fetish clothing alluring. In fact, I think some garments look distasteful.
I was taking notes on Faust's interactions with the wicked Mephistopheles when I felt the air on my cheek. I immediately realised that I was twirling my hair. I needed to shampoo it.
Her red plastic Mac flashed in the corner of my eye. I realised it was raining outside. The tall woman pulled on her PVC collar. I wasn't sure she'd seen me. I don't know what happened until I found myself facing her. She stood in shiny black boots as confident as if she was plain clothed. I looked her in the eye as she peeled open her knee length rainwear. Her red jacket cracked. She held out a cream bun. Mistress Tallyn daubed the dairy filling over her ample breasts.
"Lick my cream," she said. "Taste my creamy produce."