Knock knock, whose there? Opportunity, cum
calling at last? A gentleman caller, who's not
so gentlemanly when the door closes and
we're alone. The hallway turned into the bedroom.
You don't really need a bed anyway, do you? Just
a flat surface, to press me into. To create a tension
between the wall, that lets me go nowhere, and
the man, who lets me go only where he pleases.
The street just feet away. Inches, even, if the door
becomes your flat surface of choice. My pliant body
a silhouette against the glass. People walk by,
utterly ignorant. They'd hear me, if I called out.
I will call out, if you want me to. Draw attention
to our little game. Make strangers wonder, but
never know. You could strip me there. Bare.
Obscene in a room made for polite introductions.
For cumings… and goings. Drop my clothes
to the floor and make me kneel on the hard floor.
Press my face into the crotch of your jeans.
A promise. Lead me down the hall. My collar
your whim. My leash your pleasure. My destination
wherever it isyou want to take me.