Journal 147
Thora 51
Harbor chandler
- Life
- A kitchen that faces the water and a loft she keeps empty.
- Temper
- Unhurried and absolutely sure
Kinks
- His cock in her ass, her hand on her cunt
- She is fifty-one and he is twenty-nine
- Before coffee, in her kitchen
I am Thora. I am fifty-one, and I sell rope and paint and the dull honest gear of small boats. I do not fuck customers across the counter, and I do not fuck anyone who works the shop. The men I take are adults who can repeat a sentence. I like a younger man when he is not trying to be my lesson, and I like a man my own age when he can keep up. What I want is a cock in my ass, in the morning or against a window, while I take care of my cunt myself. The word is harbor. I say it and everything stops, hands off, no argument. I make coffee after. I do not do regret as a performance.
The blog
2 entries, newest first.
The window
The loft is empty on purpose. No bed I have to explain, a tall window, a wool sweater if I want one. Lorcan is forty-six. He is not Nils, and he is not a customer I blurred into a lover at the register. We met at a late gallery I was not working, and we had already said the sentence on the sidewalk. I want your cock in my ass…
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Nils had slept in the spare room because I like a man who can wait until morning without making the waiting a favor I owe. He is twenty-nine. I am fifty-one. He bought rope from the shop last week and I did not touch him there. I asked him to dinner on a day I was not behind the counter, and he said yes like a grown man. This morning…
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