I danced and watched the masses on stage. I collided with me music and let it become a part of me like it had so many times before laying on my bed. T...e problem with this was the fact that I had usually masturbated to this music. Masturbation, meditation are all on that feel-good wavelength of memory.I felt my panties moisten with the swaying of my hips, and before I knew it the last set was over. You don’t have to go home but you can’t stay here…so I walked out the door.The street was quiet. Placing wards around the building I thought a moment and placed a few under it too can't be too unsure.Walking down the street I headed to the bar, 'bout the only place I went these days with the super sex machine in my bed. Walking in I waved to the barkeep just as normal, as were 99% of the regulars here in this place. I had just walked to my usual table and sat when a nervous little man walked in the front door. Hmmm not your usual nervous type, no this one could give lessons to a Chihuahua.. But mostly, he was lonely. He had to do something about it. But what? It's not like he could just go up to a person and start a conversation. What would he talk about?As he clicked over to the next subreddit, he quickly scanned the room for signs of his boss. What he say was a group of his coworkers gathering their stuff in preparation to leave. They were talking quite loudly about the bar they were going to to celebrate the end of the week. Curiously, he glanced down at the clock to see he. I slid my hand into my bag to check and with a little clink I knew what I wanted was there. I walked casually to the toilets. The thought of what I was doing and the oblivion of the other people on the train turned me on enough to make me catch my breath.Man with ripped briefcase looked up at me, then looked away in haste just in case I smiled, or god forbid, spoke to him! I shut the door behind me. My heart beating faster and breath quickening. I grabbed my [vibrator] eggs from my bag and.