Read part one here. Or you can jump in here; it gets to the sexy parts pretty quickly.
Maggie watched the man almost run from the laundry room. She was utterly confused. There was no way he could have known about her dream, even if he acted like he had. As she finished tossing her laundry in the basket, she tried to figure out what she could have done to make the man scurry away.
Last night, I went to a dungeon. I reconnected with a previous partner, and I had a thoroughly good time. Before I left, I flipped up my dress and took a picture. Here’s a glimpse under the little black dress I wore.
Once again, the week has escaped me. It seems my blahs were in good company on Twitter. I saw a lot of “feeling down” posts floating around. On my part, I think I’m missing romance – while I have my nesting partner, when we are both feeling down we cannot buoy the other. My other partners are casual and fun, but not going to develop into deeper connections (probably not going to). All of this leads me to seek out romance.
I am a fishnet girl. Until recently, I never considered them sexy – for me they were subversive, punk rock accessories. They were edgy when paired with stompy boots and short skirts. They were my “fuck you to social conventions.”