The anticipation. As I step onto the bus, I can practically taste it in the air. I can feel the eyes of those around me, and I revel in it. After all, I know what I’m about to do. With a flutter and a tremble, I find him. Those lips. Those soft, full lips that make my heart flutter. I cannot look away, and my body hums with longing. I want those lips on me, tasting every inch of my flesh. I want to drown in the sensation of his tongue brushing my skin until I am lost in passion.