Anytime, Anyplace

In the thunderin’ rain
You stare into my eyes
I can feel your hands
Moving up my thighs
Skirt around my waist
Wall against my face
I can feel your lips
I don’t wanna stop just because
People walkin’ by are watchin’ us


This is the first time we’ve seen each other in months. It would be much longer if it wasn’t for this random encounter. We ask the obligatory questions, “So what’s new? How are things?” As it’s always been, there’s this sexual tension. It’s on both of our minds but neither of us want to acknowledge it. We talk about what’s been going on in our lives but what were really thinking about is how the other tastes.


Any time, and any place
I don’t care who’s around
Any time, and any place
I don’t care who’s around


It happens, we move from the coffee shop couches, to the coffee shop bathroom. Trying to be discreet but reveling in the fact that other patrons know exactly what is about to happen. You smile that smile and push me into an empty stall. Still so aggressive, the way I always liked it. It’s all still there. Your smooth skin, your sweet scent, your soft lips.

But something is missing. There’s that feeling, the emptiness again. It’s there but gone. The intangible. I hesitate. I can’t do this.

I walk out in silence, not a word, not a single word. I just smile to myself.

One comment

  1. sonia says:

    Love Janet!
    PS. When did you start writing smut

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