How Nail Polish Saved Our Sex Life.
His glazed eyes travel along with his impolite hands; the crooked fingers tracing in impatience- a familiar routine it seemed by now. Tonight, I played the part because I was dry on excuses; the last one I was proud of for its creativity but felt a pang of guilt at how obviously desperate it sounded: "If Queen Elizabeth the 1st suffered by refusing to have a lover in order for her country to believe she was a pure woman,therefore capable-than I can give up pleasure for a night."
I pressed my fingers across his wide chest and was surprised by a spark of interest. Not of what I felt beneath or of warmth (my hands were that of ice), I liked the way my nails looked against his skin. I have translucent hands with fingers adorned with cheap silver; collected from years of glancing into the glass cases of Monroe Ave boutiques. My noticeable veins,a mini replica of the Finger Lakes run deep into my turquoise painted tips. I feel his eyes slithering about my frame but my gaze is focused, almost determined to make this artful observation be somewhat of an arousal.
Even the beginning of what was yet to become heavy lead pressing air out of my lungs-or sex, whatever it is that people call it; vanity distracted and also soothed to me that at least something of mine looked good on him.
I pressed my fingers across his wide chest and was surprised by a spark of interest. Not of what I felt beneath or of warmth (my hands were that of ice), I liked the way my nails looked against his skin. I have translucent hands with fingers adorned with cheap silver; collected from years of glancing into the glass cases of Monroe Ave boutiques. My noticeable veins,a mini replica of the Finger Lakes run deep into my turquoise painted tips. I feel his eyes slithering about my frame but my gaze is focused, almost determined to make this artful observation be somewhat of an arousal.
Even the beginning of what was yet to become heavy lead pressing air out of my lungs-or sex, whatever it is that people call it; vanity distracted and also soothed to me that at least something of mine looked good on him.