A Sexual Fantasy
I'm always falling in love with strangers on public transportation. I fantasize about seeing the reflection of an attractive man standing behind me on the subway and locking eyes with him. More passengers get on the car and space gets tight so he moves directly behind me, reaching his arm above mine to hold on to the railing. Electricity runs through me as I feel his body press against mine, his hand brushing against my hip. I think it could be an accident, but I soon realize that it wasn't.