A few months ago, while riding a few stops in a tightly packed train, a young woman that was holding the same vertical pole as myself decided to put her forehead on my hand and stayed like this for two stops. I was mildly amused by all of this, no words were exchanged and that was it, but after a month or so that memory came back and hit me like a cast iron pan. What weirdo I am to suddenly get all excited by a stranger's touch? Am I that depraved of physical contact to justify all this "feel good because of a little attention"? Probably a lot of people with families feel the same but my badly wired brain didn't stop here and now all I can think about is related to various interactions with people with similar issues.

I don't know if you're a cheater or not but have you ever thought about soft-core cheating? I'd like to try to find a balance between guilt and pleasure. So let's be creative. I don't know how we met, maybe the already classic Tinder or, why not, while you were replying to this post. But we're married people, we have families, we work, we have lives to live and mouths to feed, and sometimes we're too tired to even try. Probably the main reason is that we don't even have enough time to properly cheat. But... here are a few options. Our first time, saying "hello" to each other should be in an elevator or even a bus. We meet, I grab your ass, and we part ways. Then, back on chat, and talk about it. How this made you feel? Maybe like a pervert's victim? I mean, there's always a stranger around that can do that to you and you were just unfortunate to be his victim. It's not like we ever talked to each other so we are still strangers but I bet that we'll have long showers that day. One day I might tell you, while feeling any part of your body, that I want to bend you over right there because you're a cum hungry bitch, like any other woman. See, I am just a random redneck and you are just unfortunate. There's clearly a problem with these immigrants!

I hope that you get my idea. So, how would you manage to get some brief moments of pleasure once in a while? Are you going to a massage once every few weeks? Well, I can skip doing some not-too-essential stuff, we get a hotel room, and I'll be your sleazy masseur for an hour or so. Nobody will know but we also won't fuck, although my "work ethic" will be sketchy at best. I want to have a conversation, not a roleplay, with someone with similar cravings. To be sure that you read more than the title, tell me your time zone. I'm in Central Europe.