Mailman

No time for a story with dialogue today. Nevertheless, the fantasy today is centered on a curious mailman. A curious female mailman. One who had delivered mail to the same houses for quite some time. Attractive, but lonely. Hardly an old maid, but still searching for something she has yet to find. She realizes she is delivering porn quite regularily to the grey house, second from corner. First repulsed, slowly her curiosity rises. She identifies his fetish after time as that of bondage from what little clues the mostly hidden packaging revealed. She soon became close to obsessed as to the mail he was getting. Opening up covers on magazines and masking her curiosity the best she can by making it look like nomal transit wear.
She has never seen him. Until the day he opened his front door and surprised him. Upfront, no smalltalk, he tells her that if she wants to satisfy all curiosity and give up mail peeking that she should come inside for awhile. Mortified she says she had to deliver what mail she had left for the day and will think about it.

She finishes her route. She begins to think more clearly. Clearly enough to tell a friend where she will be at and to investigate if she does not telephone every two hours.

She returns. Her answers fulfilled.