My unique version of man on woman sensuality should get you aroused

Today of course I’m in my grey Armani suit. Blue shirt. The arms are ripped off of both to accommodate my rippling biceps. The shirt stretched taut against my ballooning pecs. My nipples hard from the chill morning air. To accent the outfit I throw on a Zadi tie from Milan. Blue tie with yellow fishies. I know how to put myself together for high-powered K Street meetings, one of which will be happening around 2:45 PM this afternoon.

Red line from Woodley Park to Farragut North. Way too crowded for any serious posing. Packed in so tight I worry that any unintentional rubbing of my crotch area may cause some to drop and egg or two. To distract myself, I reflect on the interesting set of circumstances that happened yesterday on my morning commute, my mind still a little hazy from my breakfast wine. You? You came out of nowhere. With a fury I have not witnessed in a long time, you attack the 30-something Peace Corp blonde. Gedan Barai, striking the back of her arm and kidney. Age Uke, striking her jaw and neck with Hikite Pull. Finally, Shuto Uke striking her neck with Hikite Pull, and she's down for the count. Somebody who may be able to match the raw power and savage fury of my ancient but deadly Shohei-Ryu-Bollywood Karate. I was impressed. Admiring her skill in dispatching those much taller than her, my head bobs to music only I can hear. Hers does as well, except it's separate music, and we bob off-beat and I become dizzy. Then as soon as she came, she was gone. I notice the puddle on the floor that she left and notify a metro agent.

Metro police horses whinny as I strut past on my way to my meeting. I guess they are also taking it all in -- muscle mass, density, ripped definition, intensity, stamina, endurance, mental focus, dignity, flair. My unique version of man on woman sensuality should get you equally aroused.

He gets letters:

"i'm your neighboor. let's meet for coffee and conversation."

"so how did your K street power meeting go? did you kick ass and take names, bollywood-famous style? was there money involved? did you win? i don't know anything about expensive fashion. i can tell you what looks right. i just got back from two weeks in barcelona and everyone is rocking mullets. women in shit i couldn't afford with two month's of good salary, parading around with mullets, shaved bangs and awkward single dredlocks out one side of the dome-piece. what's that jazz about? redneck couture. the 80's are alive and well there, RE: legwarmers and leggings. lots of beautiful naked brown titties on the beach too, can't go wrong with that."

"mmm, sounds perfect, lets play. i'm off work for the next 2 days. hit me up."