2003-03-07 11:22 pm
Erotic Photographs
My bus stopped at the lights and I looked down. Beside us there was a green people carrier. I could see down into it through the sloping front windscreen. There was a woman in the passenger sheet. On her lap was a clutch of pouches from a developers. She was looking through a series of A5 photographs she had just picked up.
They were all of her, wearing stockings and lacey bras and underwear.
The lights changed and the car sped off. I prayed that we would catch up. I couldn't really see the photographs, but it was still amusing watching the woman look at these erotic portraits of herself.
At the next set of lights we drew level again. She was looking at more photos. They were still of her, still in the same tasteful erotic postures. Then she casually laid her hand on the thigh of the man driving the car, and I suddenly felt shocked - it was a shock of being dwarfed suddenly in the sight of something enormous.
It was her sexual pouvoir.
She could do it all.
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