What have you been up to?

We met for coffee in the sunshine. That was the gist of her text message: "Coffee? Sunshine? When?" A pleasant surprise, because I hadn't seen E. in a while.

I found us an outside seat while she ordered the coffees. The air was cool, but the sunshine was warm. A hint of spring in the air, but not just yet.

When she put the cups down she laughed at me for sitting there with my coat wrapped tight against the chill. She soon saw the point, though, after a few minutes sitting down, pulling her black wool shawl tight. We chatted about books - we seem to have a pattern of trading recommendations for good stuff. I like her taste in novels, and she likes me to tell her about music.

She spooned the last of her latte from the bottom of the cup. "So, have you gotten up to anything... you know... interesting?" When she asks questions like this, she shakes her reddish blonde curls down around her face, looking out from in between them like she's hiding from the rudeness of the question.

I obliged by telling her about an experiment with a short crop, some handcuffs and a ball gag. Mostly I told her about the marks on the recipient's bottom, the sensitive pink welts, and the pleasure they gave her the next day sitting down at work.

E. smiled mischievously when I asked the same question of her. "Actually, I'll just show you..."

She leaned forward and took my left hand. Glancing around to see if anyone noticed, she pulled my hand to her right breast so I could feel the nipple through the fabric.

Pinching it between thumb and index finger I could feel the little dumbbell ring underneath. She closed her eyes a moment while I teased her nipple and pulled gently at the piercing.

"Did you do them both or just one?" I asked.

"Both, definitely." She giggled. "And one downstairs - a week ago."

She refused to give me more details. "When it heals properly you can find out for yourself. A girl's got to have secrets, darling."

Distractions

There are so many distractions. Writing is inherently quiet, one of those unobtrusive activities that can always be shunted aside if it doesn't come with deadlines and paychecks attached. I love it, I love the pleasure it gives me, but every now and then I realize I haven't gotten around to doing any in a while. No particular reason, just busy with things more demanding of immediate attention and tangible results.

Peep

I went for dim sum a couple of weeks ago, with a woman who occasionally stops in London on her way somewhere else and asks me very politely to do unspeakable things to her.

This was just a lunch to catch up, not a prelude to play. That would happen a few days later. When we'd paid the bill I excused myself and went to the toilet. I was standing at the urinal when I heard her voice. "Mon, step back so I can see your cock."

I hadn't noticed that the ladies and gents shared a sink, and if you bent down, there was a straight line of vision from the other room to the urinal I was standing at.

Helpful as always, I stepped back, pushed my jacket out of the way and held my cock out. "This okay?"

"Perfect," she purred.

When I was shaking off the last drop, about to zip up my trousers, I heard someone enter the ladies' room.

"Oh..." the stranger said, surprised. She'd caught my lady friend bent over, peering into the gents'.

I washed my hands, then waited for my date outside the restaurant. When she finally arrived, she looked a bit flustered.

"That was fun," I said.

"Sorry to keep you waiting. I hid in the cubicle until she was gone." She took my arm, and we walked towards Carnaby St. She was about to be late for a meeting. "You know, while I was hiding... it was kind of sexy, waiting for her to leave." The grip on my arm tightened. "I was so tempted to masturbate."

"Did you?" I asked, very interested.

"No, but I'm fucking wet."

"We should do that again, without the disapproving intruder."

"I would like that very much," she smiled.