Payphone Sex
“OH DANNY, I AM so wet. I’ve been thinking about you all day.”
I can hear your cocky smile across the phone lines. You say, “I knew you would be.”
“You knew I’d be thinking about you?” I ask. “Or you knew I’d be wet?”
You say, “Both.”
I bite my bottom lip, cradling the payphone close to my face. Hordes of people march down the sidewalk, unaware of the naughty words spewing out of my mouth. If just one of them stops to tie a shoelace, they might hear what I’m saying. That thought makes me shiver with delight.
“How did you know I was thinking about you?” I ask.
“Aren’t you always thinking of me?”
So cocky. I can’t get over it.
“You’re turning me on,” I admit, not that it’s an uncommon occurrence.
“I thought you were already turned on.”
“I was.” I’m smiling so
