Archive | 04.01.2010
- The Cubicle
My high heels echo on the tiled floor as I slowly enter the woman"s bathroom.
As I take in the starkness of my impersonal surroundings, I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I tug self-consciously at my short denim mini skirt. I had noticed people looking at me when I walked through the Mall. I wasn"t sure if they had been checking out my curvy ass or my tattooed leg. The white shirt I"m wearing is pulling tight against my breasts. I move closer to the mirror and undo a couple of top buttons. ... more
- The French Gown
I woke up with a start. My body was damp with perspiration and my breathing fast. I was unsure of who's bed I was in. When I got a hold of myself I looked over the bedroom. It was mine. With a relief I looked at the man next to me. It was my husband Ron. I took some deep breaths and tried to relax, that is when I noticed my new nightgown.
The day before I received a call at work. I was sitting at my desk at three o'clock in the afternoon when my phone rang.
It was my best friend Lisa. She had ... more