circumstance
to what circumstance do i owe this pleasure? - she said, as she secretly had been plotting for this very situation. weeks, no wait that's a lie - it was months. sorry sad and pathetic, she vexed herself. what's wrong with getting what you want? okay, she thought; passive-aggressive is better then sitting and waiting, right?! In true chivalrous fashion he offers her a drink, Disaronno on ice, she whispers.
he floats across the room away from her, it reminds her of so many soap opera moments. buried deep within the recesses of her, lay this soap opera - fantasyland. days lost in it. it was all coming to pass now - no more dreaming, no more scheming, none of it. now he was hers.
triumphantly, he returns with her drink only to find her distracted. he touches her softly, she returns to him. as she returns to him she wonders; to what circumstance will i owe my next pleasure?
he floats across the room away from her, it reminds her of so many soap opera moments. buried deep within the recesses of her, lay this soap opera - fantasyland. days lost in it. it was all coming to pass now - no more dreaming, no more scheming, none of it. now he was hers.
triumphantly, he returns with her drink only to find her distracted. he touches her softly, she returns to him. as she returns to him she wonders; to what circumstance will i owe my next pleasure?
