It was great. I was walking through the tunnel towards the 7 train (had a client in Sunnyside Queens) when I spotted him walking in the other direction. It was one of those double take moments when you see something you like, turn back, smile and stop. We didn't say anything, we just walked right towards each other and with a nod walked towards the exit. 10 minutes later we were going at it, playing the doctor who lost his thermometer up his patient's bum (a favourite past time ;)) Before you knew it I was blowing my load and he was quick to follow. I don't like being f^cked too much after I cum- I get sore, you know? And he remembered. I collapsed on him and we lay there stewing in our juices and silences. He pulled me up towards him and kissed my forehead and said, we should do that again, only next time- lets use a condom. I mean, I don't normally do this sort of thing but- you got wrap it up- you don't have anything do you? I looked at him and smiled for a second. He had no idea. He didn't remember me at all. To him I was just some pick up f^ck; even better he was feeding me a line. The last time we f^cked we went at it 'unwrapped too'; I guess he forgot that too. For a second I was going to say as much but- I suddenly felt dirty and wanted to be out of there, so I told him what he needed to hear, grabbed my stuff and left. I wonder why people have sex and lie about it. Not so much lie about it to their partners, but lie about it to themselves. I wonder if it helps them sleep at night. The next time I see someone like that... I think I'll just keep walking. I wonder if I'm lying to myself- crap! My client!
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