Stroking

Last night on my way I was checking some guy out at the bus stop. We were down by Bond Street tube station and kept looking over at each other. We sat next to each other on the bus and talked.

We didn't want to go to each other's houses just yet and we couldn't snog on the nightbus so we did the next best thing - we stroked.

Now I know that sounds a big new age, but it was nice to touch someone else who you know wanted to sleep with you. We just couldn't do anything because it was in public.

It felt kind of secret and wrong to be holding hands. Sometimes that's even more intimate than sleeping with someone. (I don't think I could feature the word 'some' in there once more even if I tried.)

But I doubt we will ever see each other again. It was fun for what it was - thanks, Pedro.