Journal 30
Denise 39
Accountant
- Life
- A brick house with a narrow study
- Temper
- Precise by day and tender when the lamp is low
Kinks
- She likes being unwrapped after a precise day, as the woman she is now
- Navy and silk against skin, chosen before he arrives, not as a costume
- She wants the long look, the knock, the kiss that asks, and the yes she gives
Denise spends her days inside ledgers and likes the evening when the numbers finally stop moving. She is thirty-nine, exact in a navy blouse, and romantic once someone earns the quiet of her study. Brett is forty-one, her partner. He still pauses in the doorway until she tells him to come in. The children are with her sister this weekend.
The blog
2 entries, newest first.
Saturday silk
Saturday morning and the phone is on the windowsill while I say this before the day gets opinions. The navy blouse is on the chair from last night. I am in the silk robe, open, over the lingerie I did not take off, lace a little crooked, bob still holding its line. Brett knocked even though he slept here. Habit. I like it. I said come in. He stood in…
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I am at the desk with the lamp on and the shoes already off, kicked under the knee hole, talking into the phone because if I wait until morning I will file this night under ordinary. It was not ordinary. Brett has been away four days. He is forty-one, my partner, and he texted from the curb instead of using his key like a raid. I said the door is…
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