Newtown. My town. Better than any old town.
Only in Newtown could I walk down the street having sms sex in my new summer dress. No other town opens me to let the world rush in like Newtown does. I went to the movies with the Peachettes, we saw Once and it raised my voice of hope. I sent Elliot a message that just said "Raise your voice of hope" and he knew what I meant. He sent another message back saying his roommate had moved out of the rehab and so tonight he had a room to himself. He said he was naked and thinking about wanking and thinking about thinking about me while he was doing it. Me and a cake to be precise. He said "Do I need permission? Does this text count as sex?"
I told him to do it twice, told him I would join in, I told him this as I was walking past the bus stop on Enmore Rd just where it splits from King St. I said go ahead, wank away, do it twice expecting him to go off and um, do the business but as I approached the Enmore Theatre I received a detailed description of just exactly what business he was doing and the question "Are you naked yet?". I let out such a noise that Grizelda grabbed my phone and read the message, holding it up for The Spatula to see, that was not ideal.
At first I started writing a message telling the truth, that I was outside the Enmore sneaking a listen to Nick Cave and wearing my new blue dress but than I remembered the time I told Rupert I was wearing eyeore pyjamas and thought better of it so I said Yes. Yes I am naked and made up some stuff that a naked woman might do in the privacy of her own bedroom, with the door locked and the curtains drawn.
The reply I received was unbelievable, Elliot should write porn novels. I made sure to keep the phone well out of reach of the Peachettes this time. I think I was blushing and holding a hand up to my face. The combination of Nick Cave live floating out in the balmy air, the ticket to see Nick tomorrow night snugly in my purse and Elliot's increasingly erotic messages nearly sent me into a parallel universe.
By the time Nick Cave finished and I was almost home things were getting out of control. By the time I'd cleaned my teeth and checked the cat's water bowl I'd been tied up, flipped over, bitten, bruised, licked, fucked in five different positions and he was no showing no signs of stopping. By the time I was sitting on the bed in my socks and underpants there was honey and wax and a ten inch studded dildo. By the time I turned on my computer and rolled a cigarette he was shaking and soaked in sweat.
The last message I received said Good Night Miss D. Sleep long and deep. I think I might just do that, maybe I'll dream of Elliot and a cake...
Only in Newtown could I walk down the street having sms sex in my new summer dress. No other town opens me to let the world rush in like Newtown does. I went to the movies with the Peachettes, we saw Once and it raised my voice of hope. I sent Elliot a message that just said "Raise your voice of hope" and he knew what I meant. He sent another message back saying his roommate had moved out of the rehab and so tonight he had a room to himself. He said he was naked and thinking about wanking and thinking about thinking about me while he was doing it. Me and a cake to be precise. He said "Do I need permission? Does this text count as sex?"
I told him to do it twice, told him I would join in, I told him this as I was walking past the bus stop on Enmore Rd just where it splits from King St. I said go ahead, wank away, do it twice expecting him to go off and um, do the business but as I approached the Enmore Theatre I received a detailed description of just exactly what business he was doing and the question "Are you naked yet?". I let out such a noise that Grizelda grabbed my phone and read the message, holding it up for The Spatula to see, that was not ideal.
At first I started writing a message telling the truth, that I was outside the Enmore sneaking a listen to Nick Cave and wearing my new blue dress but than I remembered the time I told Rupert I was wearing eyeore pyjamas and thought better of it so I said Yes. Yes I am naked and made up some stuff that a naked woman might do in the privacy of her own bedroom, with the door locked and the curtains drawn.
The reply I received was unbelievable, Elliot should write porn novels. I made sure to keep the phone well out of reach of the Peachettes this time. I think I was blushing and holding a hand up to my face. The combination of Nick Cave live floating out in the balmy air, the ticket to see Nick tomorrow night snugly in my purse and Elliot's increasingly erotic messages nearly sent me into a parallel universe.
By the time Nick Cave finished and I was almost home things were getting out of control. By the time I'd cleaned my teeth and checked the cat's water bowl I'd been tied up, flipped over, bitten, bruised, licked, fucked in five different positions and he was no showing no signs of stopping. By the time I was sitting on the bed in my socks and underpants there was honey and wax and a ten inch studded dildo. By the time I turned on my computer and rolled a cigarette he was shaking and soaked in sweat.
The last message I received said Good Night Miss D. Sleep long and deep. I think I might just do that, maybe I'll dream of Elliot and a cake...
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