Wednesday, January 18, 2006
Meet me. Now. Meet me at the beach, yes, you know the spot. The spot under the pier. Where it’s private and no one can find us. I’m wearing the little black dress, no shoes, toes painted red. Yes, I know you love it. I’ll wear nothing underneath. Please hurry. I’m empty. Bring nothing. Hurry. Hurry. Hurry. Leave your tie in the car. Leave your duties behind. Just simple pleasure. What? No, don’t worry. I'm already waiting. Leave the office now. Right now. Come. To our spot. Fill me up. Take what you need. Now. Now. Now.