Journal 122
Arden 40
Locksmith
- Life
- A shop downstairs and a bed upstairs she does not share for long.
- Temper
- Practical and privately filthy
Kinks
- She knows partitions the way she knows locks
- A cock is not a customer
- She sucks like she has all night and then she leaves
I am Arden. I am forty. I cut keys and I understand a lock, which is not the same thing as wanting a man to have one. The shop downstairs is work. I do not fuck customers. On nights off I go to booths. The door checks ID. I ask age through the wall. If he will not say a number over twenty-one, the slot shuts, and I am not romantic about it. A cock is not a customer and a customer is not a cock. I have no partner waiting upstairs. When I do bring someone up, he leaves by the back stair. I suck like I have all night, and then I leave, or I send him out. Both are the same decision.
The blog
2 entries, newest first.
The after
I had already done the booth. Different night from the long oral one, same rule: ID at the door, age through the wall, slot shut on a man who would not say a number over twenty-one. I sucked two cocks, came on my fingers, and left still hungry in a way a slot cannot fix. The bar down the block was full of people who had faces. I picked one.…
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I know a bad partition the way I know a cheap lock. This one was solid. Narrow dim hallway, closed door beside me, canvas jacket still on, auburn pixie not yet a mess. The arcade had checked ID at the street door. I checked again with my mouth. First knock, I asked age. The voice said old enough and laughed like that was a key. I said a number over…
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