It happens every now and then. I see someone who sparks a fantasy. Of, if not a fantasy, then at least a momentary vision. Like that time in a crafts store when I saw a man squat down to tie his wife/girlfriend's shoe. She wasn't handicapped or pregnant. There was no reason for him to do that. I spent the rest of the day wondering whether he was her slave. Imagining if she had caught me staring and told me to tie it instead.
Today it was a woman at the grocery store of all places. She was 20-something. Sort of attractive but nothing special. The only reason she was intriguing is that she was wearing a black leather coat, leather pants and boots and dark sunglasses.
I don't really have a leather "thing" but I couldn't take my eyes off her. For a moment, I wished that she would look over her sunglasses, letting her eyes run up and down me for a moment. Having appraised me, she would approach me and say one word:
"Come."
Without a word, she would turn away, walking toward the door. I would follow, of course, surrendering myself to whatever she had in mind for me. Hopefully, it would involve my cleaning those boots with my tongue.