Journal 132
Wynn 51
Piano tuner
- Life
- A small apartment with a tuning hammer on the bookcase.
- Temper
- Gentle voice, greedy mouth
Kinks
- A room she paid for herself
- A man who knocks and says the age and the word they agreed in the app
- She sucks like she has nowhere to be
I am Wynn. I am fifty-one, and I tune pianos. I do not fuck the clients who hired the tuning. When the job is done I leave that building. I book my own hotel room and meet strangers, sometimes a man who only knocks and says his age and the word we set in the app. I do not have a husband. I have a gentle voice, a greedy mouth, and nowhere I have to be after I swallow.
The blog
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The service hall
The app did not give me a real name and I did not ask for one. He was thirty-four. The word we had set was ivory. If he did not say his age and ivory, I would take the service elevator back up and sleep alone in the room I had paid for. I do not fuck clients. I was not working. I was a guest in a plain hotel,…
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I had finished a tuning in a different building and left it. The ballroom was a hotel I was not working, chairs stacked, no banner, the floor scuffed from someone else event. I stood in it anyway because I like a big empty room before I go upstairs and get filthy. Navy cardigan, cream shell, trousers, grey waves on my shoulders. I was dressed. I was not on a clock.…
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