It was on this fine mornings around 6am that I exchanged messages with a gentleman who apparently lived close by. He was grateful for the refreshment and took the bottle in one hand while removing the twist off lid with the other. I looked up and noticed that he was clenching the empty water bottle in his teeth and his eyes were closed as if he didn’t want to watch. It’s a time when blue balls out trump precautions, sexual urges out-weigh social distancing and a man has to do what a man has to do. My breathing sped up ever so slightly as I imagined how he would soon taste as I planned on ravaging every inch of blood engorged love pole that he owned. I politely waived as he jogged up toward me. He was about 6 foot tall, slim and muscular. The odor of clean man sweat, mixed with the lingering scent of fragrant body wash filled my nostrils and excited me, like a drug.
