Travelling up and down the country by train can be such a mind numbingly boring experience that leads a dirty mind to wonder. I often find myself looking around the carriage at the other commuters and wondering what it would be like to have a casual liaison with a complete stranger. No names, no explanation; just raw primeval passion to pass the journey with a steamy smile. The idea of a non committal passionate encounter helps pass the time somewhat whilst imagining what could possibly happen. How flexable could one get in a commuter toilet?!
It all sees a little obsurd and a million miles from reality; something only seen in the movies.
I wonder; has anyone out there ever enjoyed such a liaison? Do these mutually beneficial encounters happen at all? If so, would anybody dare to share the details of their membership to the '3 feet high club'??
