![]() ![]() He was well-dressed and charming, with kind eyes and rugged hands. We were both waiting for flights to different European cities on business. The first martini got us talking, me and the handsome stranger in the airport lounge. ![]() Only then did I open the drawer and retrieve the box from within. I took off my headset, closed and locked the door, and set my status to Do not disturb. I slipped the box into a desk drawer and returned my focus to the call.Īn endless fifteen minutes later, the meeting finally wrapped up. Yes, of course, I said, in response to the question. I was right in the middle of a conference call with the board and signed for it without a second thought. I think this as I look down at the box on my desk, delivered by messenger to my office only moments earlier. You sit up, with your thoughts and your memories, wanting but never having. She’s a little distant these days after, when she comes home from work, usually preferring to shower, then eat, then secret herself off to bed. They haunt your consciousness, those moans, that I forced out of her open mouth. The sounds she made, that I made her make, as our bodies entwined. ![]() I leave all of that inside her, where she wanted it to me. You imagine running your tongue along its surface, tasting for the salty hint of my release, long having soaked into the leather and dried. You imagine revisiting it, sometime after everyone has showered and slept and gone home and the week has started again, seeking it out where she hung it back up, in your shared closet, after she took it off after our night together. Worse than that, she waits until you’re watching to slide one side up, just to make the leather creak, just to flash a little flesh that the sun doesn’t usually see. Maybe it’s a leftover from her youth, from the days before your lives entwined.īought on a whim because the mannequin looked cute in it or maybe for a Halloween costume, something naughty or edgy or the not-her she wanted to try out being.Įither way, she’s wearing it now, for me, in front of you. After all, it’s in your shared closet that it hung all those months or years you’ve been together. ![]()
0 Comments
Leave a Reply. |
AuthorWrite something about yourself. No need to be fancy, just an overview. ArchivesCategories |