The Secret Confessions of a Horny House Wife

I’ve been e-mail-flirting with Morty, a smart guy who reads this blog, although apparently not avidly. He wrote to me about the draw of sex with strangers, and I must say it made an impression on me:

“I fantasize about it all the time.  Seeing a woman in a department store, watching her, feeling her watch me, then leading her to the dressing room. No words spoken.  Hard, reckless, hungry fucking then leaving without a word.  Until the next time…”

It sounds really delicious, doesn’t it?  It captured my imagination.  Today I was in a small grocery store and I must have looked extra hot or something, because I could feel all of the men in the store looking at me.  One especially handsome one checked me out as I selected a shopping cart.  It was one of those things where where ever I was in the store, I felt the physical sensation of his distance or nearness to me.  He was rugged and cocky looking (a favorite combination of mine). 

Something about him reminded me of Detective Curt, which was a powerful draw because Detective Curt has been on my mind lately.  For some reason I really want to accidentally run into him while I’m at work so that he can see how good I look and how happy I am with my new man and my new job.  In my fantasy he propositions me and I say “no.”  

So today I’m in the store and I think “This is my chance for sex with a stranger.  He’s cute and I know he likes me.”  But I spent years and years honing my skills at sending strange men minute signals that I’m taken, so it was really hard to change my natural reactions.  We kept almost making eye contact.  Finally, I walked by the check stands and he was standing in line.  I looked him right in the eye and he looked back at me and did this quick, debonair-but-not-corny nod at me.  It was very Clark Gable.  He might have even winked.  I don’t know.  I meant to look at him seriously for just a moment and then smile, but I spent too long looking serious and he looked away before I smiled.  I think he thought I was saying “no,” when actually, what I meant to convey was an “I’m-very-cool-maybe.”  

I made one more pass around the store, then I got in line in the check stand next to his.  Another mistake.  I should have gotten in line behind him.  We could have casually chatted.  I positioned my cart in front of the front aisle of the store so his cart would be blocked when he needed to get out.  “Pretty clever,” I congratulated myself.  But the grocery checker thwarted my plan.  She moved my cart out of his way, that bitch!  As he pushed his cart towards me and out the door, I looked right into his eyes and he looked into mine.  Again, he might have thought I was glaring rather than beckoning him to come hither. 

Note to Horny Self: must smile more if I want to have sex with hot strangers in public places…