Sometimes when I'm on the train

I look at the men with wedding rings and think:

Some woman loves you, touches you tenderly, takes your cock into her mouth, into her body.  She knows what makes you smile and what to do to make your lips go slack and induce the lust haze.  She knows the smells of your secret places and your ticklish spots.
Sometimes I wonder what those things are, what you look like in full arousal... What your hands and mouth and cock do to her....but mostly I think: Some woman chose you.

It's nice.