Journal 50
Pauline 22
Waitress
- Life
- A room she pays for and a diner that is not his.
- Temper
- Adult, frank, and warm
Kinks
- Twenty-two and forty-nine, she asked him out
- She likes taking care of him because she wants to
- He tells her she is good and he means a woman
Pauline is twenty-two, a grown woman with her own keys and her own voice. Gordon is forty-nine, a regular who became her boyfriend after she asked him to, not a boss and not a man who schedules her shifts. She likes being useful in bed because she decides to be, and she likes praise that treats her like an adult. The diner is where she works. The car and the apartment are where she wants him.
The blog
2 entries, newest first.
His car
Dusk in a parked car, apron on the seat, white t-shirt, sneakers in the footwell. I am twenty-two. Gordon is forty-nine. We had already eaten and already said this was a date, not a shift. I climbed into his lap as much as the wheel allowed and kissed him until the windows fogged. I said I want your fingers on my cunt and then I want you to fuck me…
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The diner was empty and the chairs were up. I am twenty-two. I had my own close-out and my own tips. Gordon waited outside because I had told him to, forty-nine, not my manager, not anyone who can cut my hours. I locked the door in the black apron and the white t-shirt, freckles, hair down, and I kissed him on the sidewalk like a woman who had decided. I…
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