Game - private question, public answer

Oh wow, these questions are getting serious! It’s a difficult one to answer fully without giving the question away, perhaps I’ll write about it on this site one day. But yes it is one of my deepest, darkest fantasies, I admit. But it’s a fantasy in which I can control the narrative; it’s certainly not something I’d wish to happen in real life.
 
Whether it’s ’on purpose’ and for ‘that reason’ specifically, I couldn’t always attribute it to that but I do go out like that quite often - always when wearing a dress but also often when in a tank top. I do love the looks.
 
I’m not so sure about a stranger but I would and have done for a lover, in both *places*; It’s an exhilarating feeling, especially in some of daylight’s more mundane moments, ordering a coffee, or my lips wrapped around the cup’s rim, his silent dominance thrumming between my thighs. A very wicked counterpoint to my otherwise composed smile. The duality is quite exquisite: public composure alongside private surrender. And always, always that electric question, “when will he turn me up next?”
 
Everything I have spilled on here so far pulses of the truth deep within, these are not borrowed experiences or fantasies, but my own, preciously formed into words. The stories I am in the planning stages of currently will drip with my essence also, whether drawn from fond memory of my own experiences or the molten daydreams I stroke into existence. Some tales will be pure confession, perhaps some still trembling from the touch that birthed them; others will be fantasies I reserve the right to embroider with delicate embellishments, but always with the silk of my desire running through the seams. Don’t worry, darling, I’ll try to make clear when I’m being wicked… and when I’m simply being *mine*.
 
Probably a year or two before I met my husband. I was flirty with a man at work that had a bit of a reputation. He finally asked me out on a date and I knew from the start that I would sleep with him that night
 
Yes, it is true that the heat of temptation can touch at anyone’s skin, irresistible, elemental, and yes, I have not been immune to those currents of fortune, the dizzying thrill of a glance held too long, a touch that lingers like stolen wine on the tongue. But darling, my belief is that fidelity isn’t a restraint, instead I feel it’s a hunger that is concentrated. For me to belong so utterly to one man that every suppressed sigh, every arched back, every gasp he draws from me becomes a covenant written in sweat and trembling flesh. Stolen pleasure is nothing next to the art of being wholly, shamelessly ‘his’, and he mine.
 
I have not. I Did have a wife of a work friend flirt and come on to me while at work...but she was just playing and not serious...
 
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