She hadn’t always dressed like this , she had once been an innocent waiting for her first kiss. She never dreamt she’d look like this and dress to give some old man a moments bliss.
She was, now, rich with dresses fine and shoes all designer made. Channel perfume, dressed to kill. Making a good living by opening her legs and getting laid .
Was she happy, was she sad, hard to tell when she weighed up all she had. Money , clothes and luxuries she had by the plenty but as she looked around it all seemed so empty.
Rubbing her neck and stretching her back she remembers her first time and feels a lack of love and someone to hold. She sighs as she thinks of the family she had wanted before she was too old.
Her back was aching and her shoes where too high there was a knock at the door and she wanted to cry. Slowly she stood and walked across the floor and took a deep breath as she opened the door. There a man stood looking sweaty and shy she fought back the nausea, winked at him and cutely said “Hi!
She’d love a new dress OH! something in a vibrant blue or even in red just to prove she was alive now and not dead! Shopping and housework and the children’s homework filled her head.
This room is so dowdy, this house is too small nobody notices that she holds it together, in fact that she does it all. She wants some high life, no she just wants some sex she tired and fed up with hurried uninterested five minutes she gets.
She tries to keep her figure and buys pretty things but she may as well wear a winncyette nightdress for all the lust and passion her sex life brings! He is always too tired her body to caress and seems more interested in the noisy kids and their mess.
She wants him to take her, she has fantasies in her head she wants to be screaming with ecstasy on their bed. Or the bath or kitchen she does not care where! If only he would bloody notice she is still there! The door bell rings and breaks her chain of thought she wanders will tonight be different she goes to the door her insides all taught.
He is standing there he has forgotten his key he gives her a peck on the cheek , slip his arm round her waist and whispers “I’m starving what’s for tea ?”……………… Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgh!
