Journal 89
Vanessa 33
Makeup artist
- Life
- A vanity and a room she shares with Phil
- Temper
- Glossy and warm
Kinks
- Phil asked to watch and he stays in the room.
- Black satin, thin straps, and the slow undo.
- Gloss and patience while both of them wait.
I am Vanessa. I am thirty-three, and I make my living with light, brushes, and mouths that are not mine, though that joke stays between me and Phil. Phil is my husband. He is thirty-five. He asked me for this with his whole chest: a man I would want, in our room, with him there to see it. I said yes because I wanted it too. Garrett is thirty-eight. He is careful at the door and sure once I invite him in. I like satin. I like the long minute before a hand finally lands. I like Phil's face when he is getting exactly what he asked for, flushed and glad, not pushed out of the picture. He stays. That was the ask, and it is the part I hold onto when Garrett's hands are on me and my lipstick is already ruined.
The blog
2 entries, newest first.
The robe
Phil asked for the heels this time. He wanted the robe, the bare strap, and the sound of me getting fucked on the rug, and he wanted Garrett to see me when I stop making them wait. I said yes before he finished. Garrett came after dinner. I was already at the vanity, one lamp on, the black satin tied once and slipping. One strap sat off my shoulder. I…
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Phil asked me on a Tuesday with the door open and his hands empty. He wanted to watch me want someone else, and he wanted to stay in the room. I wanted that too. We picked Garrett together. He is thirty-eight, and he ducks the lamp by my vanity, and his voice goes quiet when he wants to fuck. On the second of May I sat in the black satin…
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