I'm supposed to intoduce this thing, but screw it

I was at a big festival this weekend. There was this kind of cute person in line next to me at one of the tables that just happily joined in my conversation without being invited. In a flash, I had a picture of her in my mind, spread out across a bed before me, with my tongue reaching out for her softest flesh. I blinked the image away, and the conversation was over a sentence later. I wanted her, I knew I did, but I let her walk away. I recognized her a couple of other times, too, but never said a word. Why? I was there with some friends, and I am married (not to her). Can't let people know about this stuff. But it's there, it's in my head, and I have to do something with it...

I write these stories a lot. talk about finding hidden moments on trains, with passing strangers, with those of only the most tenous of connections. Passing acquaintances bursting in the full flame of being lovers. And it never actually happens. But I think about it.

Well, I'm going to tell some of these stories now. Don't worry about checking this guy every tend minutes, or every day. But I'll work it now and then. Sometimes these thoughts are too exquisite not to share...