Sitting Comfortably??.....
Della had finally had enough. She no longer lived but merely existed. In her late forties she was far from past her sell by date but she couldn't help suppress the panic and despair she felt at the thought that this was it, this is as good as life got. She’d married young, to a then handsome man called Peter and for a while they’d been happy together, the epitome of Love Young’s Dream. Years passed, they had children; the children grew up and moved away and with their departure went the love and desire from their relationship. It seemed as if over night her husband had lost all virility, turning into an old man before her eyes. She was no spring chicken herself but she had always made the effort, tried to look good. But for what? Peter certainly wasn't interested anymore. They didn't even sleep in the same room these days let alone make love.
Sadly Della felt like she was withering away, she may as well have turned celibate… Yet there was another underlying fear and that was at the overwhelming urges that threatened to boil over and spill out from her. Dark urges, utterly debauched and dirty, ones that she could never share with Peter. So she went about her day to day drab existence, trying to block it all out until one day she caught sight of herself in the mirror and she knew it had to change.
Dedicated to my One True Love, without his genius these words would remain unwritten....
As the taxi pulls up,we pay the driver and you open your door. I glance over and see your slender legs, knee's together as you slide across the seat to disembark in a ladylike fashion, stirring less than gentlemanly thoughts in my mind. Shimmering light bounces and radiates off your smooth and smouldering hot legs, making me stare trance-like from your toes, encased in spiked heels, up to your thigh. Your short sparkly skirt is so complimentary,hiding just a few inches of mind blowing flesh; so real and so thought provoking. Once out of the taxi we walk towards the bar,my mind excited at walking through the doors and at what lies ahead. An overwhelming feeling of "Yes, she has entered the building!" hits me. As expected, you walk in and what seems like a thousand eyes turn to look. Then comes a millisecond's silence, you can hear the proverbial pin drop, and it seems to last an age. Pride, pleasure and emotion swell inside me. I raise my head as you reach back taking my hand firmly in yours and audible sighs of disappointment echo throughout the bar as they realise you are here with a man firmly on your arm. If only they knew the real reason we’re here in the first place... Their sighs would surely turn to gasps.
