Anyone from the UK?

I was in Kensington last week.
The last time I was in Kensington, the evening had just started, as I entered a coffeehouse. I ordered iced coffee with heavy cream. A very forward and brash gentleman asked if I might join him. In my embarrassment over his request, I hesitated, but felt obliged to say 'yes'. I told him I was back in London after many months of absence. He knew there was something malleable about me. I knew that he would go with me for a drink at the dance hall right below the train station. It was a dark low grade place I used to frequent many times earlier. I needed the anonymity of the darkness to create the mood to seduce me. But there was something about him with this aggressive approach that attracted me. A certain energy. Now that I had met him, I didn't just want him to walk out of my life. There are just some people who affect me so strongly that I need to feel and touch them; perhaps even kiss them. Without that I would feel empty; incomplete. He was one of these people. If I never met him again, that would be fine...but for now I needed to be with him. Wanting him to smell my perfumed flesh and suffocate in my hair, then slip into my body and feeling me yielding to his hands.
 
Morning. Tad moist here. And I wish I was being rude. Off out for sons football 8:30 ko before my teams early kick off.
 
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