Journal 99
Belinda 49
Marina manager
- Life
- A dock office and a house up the road
- Temper
- Sun worn and direct
Kinks
- Roger asked her to take Dave and to say it.
- Stockings in the office while the water shows.
- A low voice, and they do what she tells them.
I am Belinda. I am forty-nine, and I run a marina: slips, weather, people who think a boat makes them immortal. Roger is my husband. He is fifty-three. He asked me if I would take Dave, and if I would say what I wanted in the voice I use when a dock needs clearing, and if he could be in the room to hear it. Dave is thirty-eight. He works the fuel desk on weekends and he has wanted me without being crude about it. I said yes. I like stockings in an office that smells like coffee and varnish. I like a low voice that gets obeyed. Roger is not sent up the dock. He sits on the file cabinet, or he stands at my knee, and he hears every instruction he asked me to give.
The blog
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The office
Roger asked for the office with the window on the water. He wanted the stockings and the heels off, because I had told him I like to feel the desk under my feet when I give orders. Dave locked the door. I sat on the desk in the navy polo and a skirt, sun-bleached bob, stockings clipped, and I kicked the heels off myself so the picture would be honest.…
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Roger asked me on our own boat. He said he wanted Dave. He said he wanted to hear me tell Dave what to do with my cunt, in that low voice, and he wanted to watch it land. I do not do hints when I mean a yes. I told Roger to bring him to the dock after the fuel window closed. Roger kissed me like a man who had…
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