Gingerbread
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Erotica › Het - Male/Female
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Category:
Erotica › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
9
Views:
3,715
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons living, dead, or otherwise residing on other planes of existence (save those references to historical and/or public personages)…is strictly a matter of incredible coincidence.
(Up on the Housetop)
(Up On The Housetop)
A short, bald man came into Natural Things, asked Sam out to lunch, and Lisa watched open-mouthed as she smilingly accepted the invitation and glided out the door with him.
“At least he held open the door for her,” noted Audra, appearing at Lisa’s shoulder like the embodiment of her unspoken thoughts.
When Sam returned, Lisa was at the ready with the interrogation.
“I met him at the wine bar, you know, the one on Fifth Street? He was impressed with my selection.”
“He doesn’t seem like much.”
“No, but he’s everything I thought I’d want. I don’t know, though, there’s something kind of –“
“Distant?”
“Yeah, distant about him.”
“It’s the perfume.”
“Yeah? Too bad, he’s great in the sack. I mean, I don’t think I’ve ever had that many multiple orgasms in my life, let alone one session of sex.”
“It can’t all be about sex. Don’t you want someone you can talk to?”
“That’s what I have you for!” Sam teased, moving off toward the stockroom to put away her purse.
“So how was it exactly? I mean, was he rough, gentle, romantic – what?”
“Oh he’s skilled, you know? I didn’t have to say a word, it’s like he just knew exactly what I wanted. He makes me feel like I’m his personal deity.”
“That explains the detachment then. Most people don’t consider their god to be a buddy.”
“I kinda like it, though. I mean, I’ve always felt like the only way in which being pretty really seemed to matter is how pretty I could make him feel. Does that make any sense?”
“Sure. Robert made me feel like an accessory. I hate that.”
“Well you liked it just fine when he was making you feel like a chew toy.”
“Hush!” Lisa playfully swatted at Sam, who ducked the blow by skipping out of the stockroom.
“Well c’mon, there’s no sense in denying that the sex played a huge part in your attraction to him; there’s nothing bad about feeling good.”
“But ultimately I felt worse for sleeping with someone who didn’t value me.”
“He did, just not in the way you thought you wanted.” Sam sighed, and pulled her hair out of its’ makeshift bun, twisting the flax into some new tortured shape that she then pinned to the roots with wooden sticks. “I think part of our problem is that we’re just as misguided and confused about the people we think we want as they are about us.”
“Audra said, ‘The Universe knows what you want, even if you don’t.’”
“Well I wish it would clue me in occasionally, that’s all I’m asking.”
A short, bald man came into Natural Things, asked Sam out to lunch, and Lisa watched open-mouthed as she smilingly accepted the invitation and glided out the door with him.
“At least he held open the door for her,” noted Audra, appearing at Lisa’s shoulder like the embodiment of her unspoken thoughts.
When Sam returned, Lisa was at the ready with the interrogation.
“I met him at the wine bar, you know, the one on Fifth Street? He was impressed with my selection.”
“He doesn’t seem like much.”
“No, but he’s everything I thought I’d want. I don’t know, though, there’s something kind of –“
“Distant?”
“Yeah, distant about him.”
“It’s the perfume.”
“Yeah? Too bad, he’s great in the sack. I mean, I don’t think I’ve ever had that many multiple orgasms in my life, let alone one session of sex.”
“It can’t all be about sex. Don’t you want someone you can talk to?”
“That’s what I have you for!” Sam teased, moving off toward the stockroom to put away her purse.
“So how was it exactly? I mean, was he rough, gentle, romantic – what?”
“Oh he’s skilled, you know? I didn’t have to say a word, it’s like he just knew exactly what I wanted. He makes me feel like I’m his personal deity.”
“That explains the detachment then. Most people don’t consider their god to be a buddy.”
“I kinda like it, though. I mean, I’ve always felt like the only way in which being pretty really seemed to matter is how pretty I could make him feel. Does that make any sense?”
“Sure. Robert made me feel like an accessory. I hate that.”
“Well you liked it just fine when he was making you feel like a chew toy.”
“Hush!” Lisa playfully swatted at Sam, who ducked the blow by skipping out of the stockroom.
“Well c’mon, there’s no sense in denying that the sex played a huge part in your attraction to him; there’s nothing bad about feeling good.”
“But ultimately I felt worse for sleeping with someone who didn’t value me.”
“He did, just not in the way you thought you wanted.” Sam sighed, and pulled her hair out of its’ makeshift bun, twisting the flax into some new tortured shape that she then pinned to the roots with wooden sticks. “I think part of our problem is that we’re just as misguided and confused about the people we think we want as they are about us.”
“Audra said, ‘The Universe knows what you want, even if you don’t.’”
“Well I wish it would clue me in occasionally, that’s all I’m asking.”