Taking a note from one of your fantasies where you are followed on the street.. when I read you weighing in about such a seedy and sad area, I fantasize about seeing you walking down one of those two tiny deserted streets. You stop and lean up against a flimsy sliding door and open it as I draw close. We end up furtively fucking in a standing position just out of site from the street. You are hot, my dear.
Somehow having sex with you there has a redeeming quality.
