So we went out - the details are meaningless - and talked around and around each other, and around the topic of how mutually attracted we were. I kept looking at his hands when I thought he wouldn't notice. He must have been looking at mine because all of a sudden, on the train, we were holding hands (dear god we were holding hands) and he was exploring the spaces between my fingers with his lips (just shiver) and I put my head on his shoulder (yes it fit perfectly) and he smelled my hair (oh, yes, please).

this made me smile, originally from a http://www.b3ta.com mailout, her blog is one of the few things i do like to read regularly, well, it's one of the few places i check whenever i log, which i suppose says a lot, And she won best written blog in the Guardian British Blog Awards. i'll quote from them.....

There's obviously a prurient and titillating element, but the quality of her writing took her blog well beyond that. Some judges were concerned it was a work of fiction, but even if it is, it remains an impressive piece of writing.

and here's the link The Diary of a London Call Girl