Journal 40
Deborah 46
Garden writer
- Life
- A cottage beside a long flower border
- Temper
- Grounded, sun-warmed, and hungry for sincere praise
Kinks
- She likes praise said to her face, about the body she has at forty-six
- Stockings left on, bare ankles after the boots, his hands at the band
- She wants to hear that she is wanted, in plain words, while he touches her
Deborah writes about gardens and spends the late light in one of her own. She is forty-six, auburn gone partly grey, and weak for praise said in a plain voice. Henry is forty-nine, her husband and her lover in the grass and in the house. Her adult children live in another state.
The blog
2 entries, newest first.
The gloves off
The gloves are in my lap and the boots are long gone and I am on the garden bench in the linen shirt with my stockings on and my ankles bare, telling the phone while Henry stands there looking wrecked already. Forty-nine. I asked him out after I washed my hands. I said I want praise and I want the stockings to stay on while you fuck me. He said…
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Late light on the flower border and I am recording this from the kneeling pad because my legs are not ready for the cottage yet. Henry found me with the gloves on. He is forty-nine, my lover, and he knows to wait until I sit back on my heels and look at him. Boots were already off beside me, bare feet in the grass. Linen shirt, auburn hair slipping its…
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