acquiescence: (random - cinderella)
She thought about calling in sick that afternoon, but decided against it at the last second. If she stayed home she'd spend the whole day worrying and pacing - and really she wasn't the most graceful pacer.

Instead she went to work, it was another frustrating day, but the usual annoyances and frustrations were all undercut with the knowledge that something better lay in store for the weekend. Just a few more hours and everything would be right.

Her mind was racing the entire day, even when she would normally be so busy that she could forget her own name, but there was still that undercurrent to every thing that kept whispering a reminder in her ear.

And then the time came, the day was over and she clocked out and got into her car to go home. She took a long shower, standing beneath the spray trying to wash away all her nerves and worries.

She took her time getting dressed and blow drying her hair, making sure everything was right - and then she got the call.

His voice.

She pressed her lips together and walked out the door taking one last deep breath before she got into her car and drove to the hotel. And when she saw him there standing in the lobby, waiting for her - it was all gone - all the worries and fears and anxieties.

She walked straight into his arms and knew this was right, this was home, this was love.
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this is the beginning of one of the stories i've been working on, it's really giving me trouble cause it really wants to turn into porn but i'l trying to keep it from doing so ... so yeah



The road sped by outside the window. They passed another car occasionally. She wondered where they were going. Amarillo maybe, you can see for miles just outside of the city. Maybe there were going to El Paso. She’d never been to El Paso before, and wondered what it was like. Was it the desert it was always portrayed as, or was it something else entirely?
It didn’t matter; she wasn’t going there, she wouldn’t ever go there.
She saw a train slowly rattle down the tracks parallel to the road. She’d always wanted to take the train, long trip to a new place, someplace new and exciting, where now one knew her face. . She imagined herself as an exotic beauty, the kind men always thought about during the night. She shook her head men never thought about her like that, who would want to? What man could masturbate into the darkness to the image of her face, perhaps the sound of her voice but not her face.
She imagined a trip on a train, alone in her compartment, enigmatic and, like a movie star. Men came by her compartment to try and catch a glimpse of her.

June 2011

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