Journey into the X-rated world

It's a rainy afternoon and I'm sitting at a table in a coffeeshop. I'm reading a magazine about photography. My drink is a large skinny latte with an extra shot. The tables in this establishment aren't the largest I've ever come across. They are about the size of terrace tables you get in Paris. It is quite busy, but I'm lucky, so far nobody wants to share my table. For the right person(s) I wouldn't have an issue sharing the table. I hear a voice, asking, are these two chairs free please? I look up and see two good looking, well dressed men in their early thirties. They aI say, be my guest. I continue to read my magazine and sort of overhear the two men are talking about a sailing holiday they are planning. As I said, the tables aren't very big, and on more than one occasion the knee of the man next to me touches my leg. I'm sure that this is a coincidence due to the size of the table. Then he says, I'm sorry, I don'

I was walking through Soho, London and it was raining. It was around 17:00 and due to weather I guess, it seemed very quiet. I walked past a bar and decided to go in to warm up. It wasn't very busy. I walked up to the bar and asked for an Irish Coffee, as that seemed the right drink for the weather. Every bar has a funny person, so had this one. The guy next to me says, is it raining outside. I say, nah, I just fell in the river, and smiled. I then noticed that the clientele of the bar was, how do I say this, the kind you would find in a gay bar. But, who cares, it was warm inside and I had a seat. Well, as I said it wasn't very busy, so getting a seat wasn't that hard. The Irish Coffee warmed me up, and I decided to have another one. As I've not eaten much that day, it made me feel a bit lightheaded. The funny man was still there, I then noticed he was actually fairly attractive. So I offered him a drink. He accepted and we went to sit at a table. No names were e