Key Chains

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You were playing with the key at breakfast — an early breakfast, surprisingly so, and I was doubly surprised to see you at the table fully dressed so soon after the smell of coffee woke me. You were wearing one of your better-than-usual suits and sipping your black coffee while you turned the key over and over in your fingers. It was a small key, smaller than a normal padlock key and attached to a slim chain. I sat down, gathering my old rough bathrobe about my knees, and asked, “What’s up?”
You coiled the key and chain into your palm and put your closed fist in your wool-suited lap. “Court appearance,” you answered, knowing that wasn’t what I’d asked about. “If I don’t get Tindal an updated brief before I leave, she’ll scalp me.”

I allowed the misdirection and leaned across the table, robe opening across my bare heavy breasts, to tousle your short, mink-rich hair. “I’d never let her do that.”

You responded with a rude snort. “You don’t know her like I know her.”

I got up to get my own coffee, to be denatured with a ton of cream (one of several reasons I’ll never match your feline tautness) and as I reached on tiptoe for a mug on the second shelf, you asked suddenly, “Jen, have you ever thought about being tied up?”

The question made a tremor scamper across my shoulders like a tiny animal. “No.” It came out sharper than I intended. As I filled my cup I could hear you rolling the key chain in your hand. “Well I do,” you said unexpectedly.
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Executive Assist – A Story

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The secretary was bent over the desk with her skirt bunched up over her back and her panties pooled by her feet. Her breathing was strained and she tried to look at the wall clock by her left side, praying that her lateness wouldn’t be noticed. Her cheap rayon H&M blouse was pushed carelessly up her chest, exposing her breasts, which had been pulled out and over the top of her beige bra.

Binder clips were cruelly pinching her nipples.

“Keep facing forward,” she heard from behind her, and then the soft whoosh of the rolling chair’s wheels on the industrial carpet. She flinched in blind preparation; she knew something painful was going to happen, but she wasn’t sure what.

There was the clank and rustle of something to the right and behind her. The metal cup and rack that held her office tools. She knew the sound well.

The scratch of the open stapler. The bite of the staple remover. The relentless nip of the binder clips. The smack of the ruler. The poke and scrape of the letter opener. The smooth hardness of the “Received” stamp in her asshole. She knew them all, knew them well, wore the memory of the perverted use of these quotidian implements on her flesh like shameful, naughty undergarments.

“Lift your ass toward me,” said the voice behind her. Not angry, not passionate. Not anything. Its tone could be requesting her to pass the salt.
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Letters From First Light

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lux-12c.jpg It’s early. Grey dawn light sneaking around the drawn shades. You are lying against me, quite possibly asleep, your sweet perfect mouth near my nipple. The pillows have been jettisoned during the night — they almost always are — and the sheet has been kicked into a cotton crumple about our hips. Your leg emerges below, capturing mine at knee and ankle. The ghost light lies along your torso, just a bit paler than you are, lifting you away from me, denying your warm sweet weight. The air is close about us — close and personal — entwining our scent with that of the night-blooming cirrus beneath the window. I can’t make out your face, lost in shadow and the dark cloud of your hair, but I can feel your expression; there is a touch of a secret smile.

When I write the history of my heart, it will in large part be the history of that smile. Like you, it is full of sweet and earnest contradiction — a softness that hides a startling angularity; after all this time, I am still ignorant of its full dimensions. Like you, it is still new, still surprising. (Of course, you breed surprises the way a light rain breeds rainbows — have I ever mentioned that?) Like you, it grows faster than I can learn it — I have given my life over to be the student of a smile. This is not a waste to anyone who knows you.
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learn to use that safeword, honey

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Wear a short skirt or dress, the shortest you have. Nothing underneath. Bare legs. Bare feet.

The extent of force will be up to you. If you want me to enter unannounced, unlock the door to your apartment at 9:28. I’ll be arriving at 9:30.

If you want to let me in, keep the door locked, and I will knock. But we won’t speak. No small talk, no chit-chat. You can say things in character — however much you like. You don’t have to pretend you don’t know me, you can still ask what are you doing and you can say no. You can struggle.

But I won’t stop.

You have a safeword now. You’re going to have to use it.

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