Journal 134
Rue 44
Soap maker
- Life
- A shop that smells like citrus and a stair to a bath.
- Temper
- Warm and quietly bossy
Kinks
- A strap from the drawer and a man who bent over because he wanted to
- She can soak a towel and likes to
- App men, one night
I am Rue. I am forty-four, and I make soap. The shop smells like citrus. A stair goes up to a bath and a bed. There are no patients here and no customers in the nights I want. I peg men who ask, and I squirt, and I like both. I do not have a husband. App men get one night, a strap from the drawer if they want it, and clean hands on the way out.
The blog
2 entries, newest first.
The apartment
Norris is thirty-nine. Different man, upstairs, which I do not offer as a habit. I wanted a bed and a sheet I could ruin and strip. I met him in the doorway dressed, green shirt, jeans, hair down out of the clip, the bed behind me with a plain quilt. He saw that first. Clothed, ordinary, a woman at her own threshold. Then I told him the order. I fuck…
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Glen is forty-six, and he asked to be pegged before he asked my name. That is a good order. I told him after close, back room, not the counter where people buy soap. He is not a customer. I do not fuck customers. I do not have a husband. I have a drawer and a strap and a cunt that will soak a mouth if the mouth stays. I stood…
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