Tomorrow’s Exhibitionists
In his culture they do things differently. They don’t hold hands in public and certainly wouldn’t dare hug or kiss. Walking the streets with her, in this strange s*x-crazed land, he is erotically perplexed when they pass couples whose limbs are locked around each other.
“They look like vines making love…” he tries to joke.
“You’re blushing,” she laughs, pinching his buttocks. She laughs harder when he jumps, makes angry noises, then softens seeing that no one notices or cares.
Tomorrow I’ll really blow his mind, she tells herself, I’ll seduce him in a garage. He’ll never go back.
