Porn

I’ve been sitting in my coffee shop writing about champagne, sex and french underwear and as always, looking for the perfect pic to match the story.

At the same time, the waiter has been flirting like crazy with me. He’s ignored all the other customers, given me his phone number and a free piece of chocolate cake with my cappuccino.

And the man sitting nearby just asked if he could join me for breakfast. I smiled and said no as I have a deadline and work you know, work must always come first. He slipped me his business card anyway, in case I changed my mind.

I’m attracting men like I never have before. And it’s not the pretty frock that I’m wearing or because my hair smells like strawberries.

They think I’m looking at porn.

And they like it.

To be honest, I’m not looking at porn.  Every time a pic comes up that is hardcore I gasp out loud, go bright red and open another tab as quickly as I possibly can.

But I’m quite enjoying the softcore pics.

As are all the people around me.

We’re all distracted.

I’ve stopped writing the story about underwear and champagne because who cares about that anyway.

Instead, I’m researching pornography.

I should probably do it at home but I really need another slice of chocolate cake.

And this is just too much fun.

Waiter!!!

26 thoughts on “Porn

  1. Haha! I love it! I’d never have the guts to do that in public! Boldness is sexy! That’s what is drawing in all those men. Not the porn!!

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  2. What stands out is that you blushed! Happened to me once at a friend’s house: I swore up and down I had nothing to do with it! My friend believed me and told me how to ‘ex out’ of the window. 😳

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