No cards arrived, but that didn't stop me going out to dance in the evening. Had loads of nice dances, which included some quite close and intimate gyrations to slower tracks. One partner was a lady from Liverpool who I had never met before. She was nearly as tall as me and at one point we were dancing almost cheek-to-cheek (and I don’t know what put the idea into my head) when something about her made me wonder if she might be a TV/CD?
Well, I could not get this idea out of my mind and dancing with her became harder and harder because the thought that I might be dancing with a TV/CD was such a turn on that I was unable to stop myself getting really excited. Not wanting to embarrass or alarm my partner, I ended up dancing in a rather strange style, with my chest pushed into her and my arse sticking out miles behind as I desperately sought to conceal my state of arousal.
In truth, I had been having the odd thought about what it might be like to meet a TV/CD for a little while. It's been a long-time fantasy that I’ve never done much about. But, Saturday night on the dance floor made me realise how that I might be missing out big-time.
