The Silence in a Public Place

Album NO.532

Description

At the busy bus stop, her indifference is the perfect crime, and you are the sole accomplice. Your invisible hand begins its conquest on the baby pink silk, then slides down to where her round ass is imprisoned in white silk upon the cold stainless steel bar. You press your entire palm down, crushing the softness of flesh against the coldness of metal through a thin fabric layer. And there, the VPL line appears, a secret map meant only for you. The hunger for scent explodes. You bury your face in the silk, inhaling the scent of suppressed recklessness: pure silk and the trapped, warm scent of flesh. That recklessness is your permission. You release your hardness, pressing it directly where the white silk is stretched to its limit. You begin to grind. The slick, cool smoothness of the silk, combined with her heat beneath, creates a perfect simulation of the most forbidden pleasure. You thrust faster, turning the rustle of silk into her own moan in your mind, and explode in silence, leaving your wet victory on that secret map, a conquest no one will ever know.