baptizing my brand-spanking-new lj
Right now, I am sitting is a swivel-y desk chair, wearing a black tank top, edged in lace, with a burgundy scarf, and pink lace panties, smoking a lucky strike, lit with a match from a book that I found in the right-hand pocket of the Brit's coat. And I am angry because the bloody Brit lied to me. He told me he was a lefty.
I met him on the midnight train to the shore. His name I do not know, and honestly don’t want to. Secret trysts and starlight rendezvous are more worthwhile when you meet with strangers. Just a place and time on a cocktail napkin and a wink as you walk by, and that’s all it takes to start a briefly intimate relationship. Or a butt-grab in an elevator full of secretaries and stuffy suits, so that you have to ride a few extra floors to look into his eyes. Bonus points for picking out one with a foreign accent - and that was my motivation for the Brit. Hazel eyes, top button left undone, sleeves rolled up, pinstripes on his trousers, a tight muscular rear - perfect for last night; tonight night may be different.
To my left, the Brit is stirring, snoring that almost-awake snore, shifting in his sleep. I am going to leave before he wakes; if I stay much longer, I will be in for more than I bargained for. But damn does he look nice in those boxers.
//kisses and swift lights to all
I met him on the midnight train to the shore. His name I do not know, and honestly don’t want to. Secret trysts and starlight rendezvous are more worthwhile when you meet with strangers. Just a place and time on a cocktail napkin and a wink as you walk by, and that’s all it takes to start a briefly intimate relationship. Or a butt-grab in an elevator full of secretaries and stuffy suits, so that you have to ride a few extra floors to look into his eyes. Bonus points for picking out one with a foreign accent - and that was my motivation for the Brit. Hazel eyes, top button left undone, sleeves rolled up, pinstripes on his trousers, a tight muscular rear - perfect for last night; tonight night may be different.
To my left, the Brit is stirring, snoring that almost-awake snore, shifting in his sleep. I am going to leave before he wakes; if I stay much longer, I will be in for more than I bargained for. But damn does he look nice in those boxers.
//kisses and swift lights to all