Journal 91
Faye 27
Copywriter
- Life
- A home desk she closes
- Temper
- Soft voiced and eager
Kinks
- Nate asked her to let Brooks hear her.
- She says the want out loud and lets them listen.
- Stockings on her legs or held in her hand.
I am Faye. I am twenty-seven, and all day I move words around for other people. At home the words are mine, and Nate likes them filthy and out loud. Nate is my husband. He is twenty-nine. He asked me if I would let Brooks hear me, really hear me, and if I would let Nate stay for every sentence. I said yes. Brooks is thirty-four, easy in a doorway, quick to follow a direction if I say it clear. I like stockings. I like a closed laptop and a voice that does not hide. Nate is not banished to a hallway. He sits where the sound can reach him, because that is what he asked for, and his face when I talk is one of my favorite things in the house.
The blog
2 entries, newest first.
The stockings
Nate asked me to do it on the sofa this time, under the lamp, where he could see my mouth move. He wanted the words and the stocking in my hand. I was in the green sweater and the stockings and nothing else under them, curly hair down, cunt bare. I told them so before anyone sat. Nate said he had hoped. Brooks said he would wait to be told.…
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Nate asked me on a Sunday, barefoot in the kitchen, if I would say it out loud for another man and let him listen. Not a hint. The real words. I told him I would if he stayed in the room. Brooks is thirty-four and Nate likes him. I like the way Brooks goes still when I start a sentence. We set it for a weeknight when the laptop could…
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