What’s on my mind? If you liked Naughty Li’l Hagar (posted Feb. 23), you’ll probably enjoy this silly little story that made me laugh as I wrote it. I’ve deliberately over-written and over-dramatized this.
(As you may guess, I’m trying to avoid the more difficult work of tinkering with a recent book before sending it to an agent. Should it be accepted, you betcha I’ll tell you more about it, then!) So here’s a bit of fun to kick off this Winter Tuesday:
It had been months ... Too long, she thought. She wanted to - no! She couldn’t allow herself to think that way! Others took pleasure in “the act”; she did not.
She felt ashamed - ashamed of her secret desire to stare, sneer, and walk away! Ashamed that she yearned to fulfil her desires without participating!
She felt ashamed - ashamed of her secret desire to stare, sneer, and walk away! Ashamed that she yearned to fulfil her desires without participating!
How long since she’d had a shag? So long ago, she couldn’t remember.
Her mind and body considered the options. As much as she wanted a long, slow session, she wasn’t sure she had the stamina - or the interest. Would it ultimately satisfy her? She wasn’t sure.
Perhaps a nooner? Quick and easy. She’d promise to return soon, even though she knew she’d delay it as long as possible.
She cared once, but she’d strayed. Life had changed. Her interests had changed. The words “down and dirty” no longer excited her.
She had an obligation. A duty. He’d been doing it alone far too long. It was time. She sighed, knowing she couldn’t avoid it any longer.
“Darling …” she said, “you’re a good man, but it’s my turn to vacuum.”
© Nicole Parton, 2019
