No regrets, or maybe one? I should have worked this kink out when I had the chance…

There’s a man out there that could have made me do anything. Say anything. Be anything. An ill-fated night almost a year ago put a stop to what could have been before I could even contemplate the situation. It sounds quite dramatic, but what I mean is that we went from speaking on reddit to meeting in person and for one reason or another, the spark wasn’t there.

I had all but forgotten about his existence until yesterday, when a glance around a busy train carriage brought his existence to the forefront of my mind. It all came back to the beard. His full face is lost to the ether of my mind, but I would make a fair bet that I would be able to pick it out in a line up.

I digress, but I’m fascinated by the idea that the human brain with all its innate power cannot create an image of a new face. So, when we dream of strangers, we flesh them out with faces that we may have only glimpsed for a second. I only mention this because I find it extremely annoying that I cannot recall a face on demand when apparently, I have a back stock of hundreds if not thousands of faces to play with when my subconscious decides.

Also, the fact that I seem to be quite attached to a stranger’s beard makes me wonder if I’ve developed a thing for facial hair. Although there’s a high chance that it has always been there.

Anyway.

After a LONG day in the office, I was on my way home, wrapping paper in hand, ready for a wholesome night of Christmas cheer under the tree. A cursory glance around the carriage revealed nothing of real interest to draw my attention, but a flicker of orange in the corner of my eye caught my attention. In the same way that my cats herd me around the house for no seemingly good reason, my brain decided that on the already orange train, a brightly dressed gentleman with an equally fiery beard was worth my attention.

It took seconds, and as soon as my brain made the connection to Mr Reddit 2022, my pussy flooded. I could feel the phantom hand around my throat. I had an overwhelming urger to drop everything and fall to my knees. But I froze. In much the same way as I did when I met actual Mr Reddit 2022. Bearded Train Man of 2023 had the same effect. I couldn’t turn around for a second look, but I was extremely turned on by solely his presence behind me.

Regrettably, the journey home was short and in what felt like no time at all, I was making my way off of the train, out of the station and on my way home.

Getting home, I knew no presents would be wrapped until I had been fucked - I was horny, and I wanted to please.

Luckily, I have someone to oblige my needs. Sex together at first was pretty mind blowing, but now if it ever happens, it’s loving, soft, and familiar. I initiated and got a pretty positive response that led to him getting an all around the houses blowjob in front of the Christmas tree. This felt exceedingly lucky, as recently sex has been banished to the bedroom for us. I thought I was on to something. We’re in full view of every neighbour through the window, the lights are twinkling, and he’s using his hands to guide his fucking of my face. This was it. This was the moment I’ve waited months for.

But alas. My joy was far too premature as once he’d finished, it was clear that I wasn’t going to be used in all the ways I wanted. After cuddling and chatting about our plans for the rest of the night, he got up and disappeared into another part of the house to potter. I was left unfulfilled.

If it hadn’t been for the moment on the train, I probably would have been extremely happy with the gift I received under the tree last night. But I was reminded of the depravities that I crave by that innocuous bit of facial hair on a random Londoner.

So now, I’m heading in to 2024 with one thing on my mind: finding a way to fulfil the desires that once upon a time fit perfectly within my loving relationship.

Tips, tricks and hints are welcome if anyone has been down this path. It’s not something I’ll be discussing with friends.

And if you made it this far, apologies for the long read. I’m on yet another train and giving form to my conscious narrative helps to pass the time.

Plus, with an empty carriage, there’s no chance of distraction.