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Renata, 44

Journal 48

Renata 44

Gallery preparator

Life
A small apartment with the city in the window and an apron on a chair.
Temper
In charge and affectionate

Kinks

  • Forty-four and twenty-six, she is the older one
  • She sets the pace and he asked her to
  • Silk after the apron is on the chair

Renata is forty-four and hangs other people's work for a living. Miles is twenty-six, an artist she met after a hang, when the doors were already locked and neither of them was on the clock. He does not work for her. She likes control she can put down, and silk at home after the apron comes off. He can leave. He keeps staying.

The blog

2 entries, newest first.

Her place

Apron on the chair. Silk robe. City going blue in the window. I sat on the edge of the bed and Miles stood where I pointed, twenty-six, attentive, not performing a student and not on my payroll. I am forty-four. I said clothes off, then kneel, and ask before you touch the robe. He asked. I said yes. He kissed my knee, my thigh, and waited. I opened the silk…

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The storage room

The hang was done. Cloth-wrapped frames, grey t-shirt, black apron, hair in a low twist. Miles was still there because I had asked him to wait, not because I schedule him. He is twenty-six. I am forty-four. He shows in other rooms. I do not pay him and I do not tell him what to make. I told him the work was over and the wanting was separate, and that…

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