In the moment… she was. Present in body but not so much in mind. A high priced call girl, weaving her game in dark bars and side alleys. As she fulfills the fantasies of others, is her desire finally going to be met, sated and realized?
Written by Rebecca Milton
Published by AmorBooks
Then, life was a swirling vision of back corner tables in dive labeled bars. Men’s hands that roamed further than the sprawling empire they were synonymous with. Fingers in the folds of my sex, hands cupped calloused and greedy on my breasts. Amazing what a little naked bulb hung overhead will hide from the casual passerby, but still illuminate for the unfortunate seated. Ah, the unfortunate seated.
“Have a seat, young lady,” like the opening to an interview and the closing of the door to innocence. What is that? What is innocence? How is it lost and when was it ever truly ours? Questions that my mind ponder wandered while hands fluttered and felt, slipped in, pulled aside. The body was a playground, the mind was a closed room, a sheltering sky in the desert. Eventually, when the phrase “have a seat” was lofted toward me from the shadowed recess of back tables, my mind drifted up and out, away and free. The body however, was stranded on terra firma to be handled.
