Work day over. Working alongside her, close enough to touch but not allowed, even sneaking meaningful looks was difficult. Somehow it wasn’t as difficult as I had imagined, we work well together, professional and insightful we make a strong team in public and get to share our observations and perceptions in private making us even stronger, invincible even. Standing by the window of 315, drink in hand, we recall and replay the day, shedding our work minds in readiness for the evening, so comfortable, so easy to talk. Bliss.

The first, carefully poured Vodka starts to course through our blood streams, easing the stress and strains of the day, allowing the transition away from work mode easier, we talk more, serious turning to funny, happy, dreamy, sexy. Need to get out or we we’ll spend the entire night locked in embrace, passionate, unbridled, lost together in our bubble. Nothing wrong with this idea, I’d trade anything to spend that time, all the time but we should eat and a flirty date will only fire our passions more.

Heading out, we hold hands, swinging our arms, that spring in her step that I love so much. You drive me wild you beautiful thing. Finding our platform we stand and wait, she grips me tight and buries her head against my neck as the fast trains rocket past, pulling at our clothes with turbulent air, I hold her tight and grin, I love to protect her, to feel her need me, I feel wanted, needed, powerful (plus I get to feel her body against mine). The train arrives and we find a seat, talking and smiling, pointing at countryside and landmarks, the transport takes us further into our bubble, untouchable we adventure together.

We alight and head quickly to one of our growing list of “go to” bars and sit at our stools (just the right height) and talk and laugh and flirt some more (there’s a pattern emerging). Hunger starts to remind us we are here for something mundane, fuel to power us through and we glance at the bar menu. Nothing of interest here, nothing I would consider a treat for her, nothing she’d put in her mouth and say “Mmm, that’s good!”. I mentally scan the area for places of interest and something springs to mind, I hope she likes the menu. Slipping from our stools we head out, hand in hand, swing and spring. We walk and talk, some serious, awkward questions, answered openly and comfortably, not awkward at all! We stop and sit under a beautiful tree to survey our surroundings, I’m watching the sparkle in her eye as she takes in the town and people. A homeless guy arrives and starts arranging his belongings next to us, we laugh at the obsurdity of the moment and move on.

The place was as I recalled, on the river and not too busy. The menu was appealing and so we went in, got a window table and sat across from each other holding hands across the table. Perfect, blissful, grinning we caress each others hands, bliss. Reviewing the menu we guess what each other may order and agree on starters, bliss. Olives and scallops arrive and I feed her sensually. So.Hot. Mains ordered and arrived in a blink of an eye, our time together seems to run a different course to normal, some moments last forever, other times, time evaporates while we lose ourselves in each other, surreal, precious time, ebbs and flows as we drift along together. “Hmm, this is good” she smiles with the first mouthful and my heart sings, I love to please her. Bliss.

We stroll by the river and she takes pictures of the swans, gliding by, we talk about real estate and investment, boats and sunsets, anything really, so comfortable arm in arm. Up ahead there is a huge gathering of swan and geese as a couple of girls feed them with a small mountain of bread. They kindly let us have some and I feed a few for fun, showing off a bit I guess. My heart melted when I persuaded her to feed one and she did it without mishap, squealing with delight, hugging me and grinning, her soul shining in her sparkly eyes. At that moment, I felt hopelessly in love, overcome by desire. Time to head “home”.

She was nervous in the park and we headed for the light, waited for the train in our goto bar. My ideas for the ride home were thwarted by passengers and CCTV, another time perhaps. A crazy trip to the all night grocers and filling station was an amusing final interlude before we arrived back safe indoors and could embrace one another. We talked and drank and made love, breaking new ground and losing ourselves in each other, again and again. Staying up into the tiny hours, not wanting the night, the passion, the connection to end.

Mind Fucking Blown Again, Every Fucking Time. NFM, AFG.

My goddess, my partner, my professional, my mentor, my companion in our surreal travels. Thank you for being you, thank you for inspiring me, activating me, renewing my delight in the mundane and for blowing my mind and letting me blow your mind in return. You are incredible, this is incredible, thank you.

The universe, you just can’t stop can you? Thank you. Keep it coming, show me the way. Looking for the next chapter, a big pile of money wouldn’t go amiss too. I’ll be in touch.