There's a story that stays behind this idea. At the beginning of this year, while riding a few stops in a tightly packed train (metro, tube, U-Bahn), 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 but I didn't say anything because it was brutally obvious that she had a rough day, so no words were exchanged and that was it, but after some time that memory unexpectedly came back and hit me like a cast iron pan. But now I have to ask myself, what weirdo I am to suddenly get all excited by a stranger's touch? What the fuck, am I that depraved of physical contact to justify all this "feel good because of a little attention"? Although, right now I prefer to think that a lot of people, like myself, fully dedicated to their 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 that have similar issues.

Do you have moments when you feel the same? Look, I don't know if you're a cheater or not but have you ever thought about this soft-core cheating? I'd like to try to find a balance between guilt and pleasure, at least in my imagination. So let's be creative. If you thought about this, then I will assume that you're also married, have a family, work, and so on. I'm also a 45 years old dad and husband... Long story short, 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 on public transport. We meet, we sit next to each other, and right now I want to rest my palm on your thigh. Maybe another time we stand in a crowded metro and I grab your ass. It doesn't take a lot of time and it doesn't create a lot of guilt. 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, it's like you just met a random redneck and you are just unfortunate. There's clearly a problem with these immigrants, like myself!

I hope that you get my idea, we're cheaters but not necessarily the worst of them. So, how would you manage to get some brief moments of pleasure once in a while? And how we would actually do it since our time is limited as fuck. 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 crave this experience! 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. And, as an opener, tell me why you feel the same.