Social Sway by Anita Hotty - WordPress.com

companion I felt it best the boy be gone.cummer sixHe was a loving boy.Not a good boy.Not a bad boy.A loving boy.Not whore boy.But a loving boy.We exchanged numbers.Plane so fast I return to my PG Cage, greet my happy friend. Howcome he is so happy to see me? annoys myself. I want to escape back.Back to dreams, my goals. To those people I thought as vampires, forthey danced and danced so openly barred none for inhibitions. I wantto return to them and love variety. My informant lover complimentsme with their comments: “Who was she, pretty in pink? Who did Ibundle so revealing in white?”I enjoyed that November five, when unravels revealed my nakedskin, my silk panties. Circles round and round ravels me back up intoa pretty white bow. Those boys. Did they want me? The women?Would they have had me?Or…to the day of arrival? My patient friend guiding me throughdowntown streets, humored by my pink mismatched fluff withharried legs and brown bog boots, yawned by yet another changeoverto cover-girl Pretty Woman zip-ups over bended knee. I returned thenext day thinking she had purposely avoided me. Canada stickersand apologies for ‘clog’ I slipped under her door.Or…to my final eve where I longed and whored myself into photofriendzied ‘snap snap’ flash flash ‘click click clickies’? Hot fromscratchings to heated fuckflings. I enjoyed my companion’s openrequests, sure to spread myself wide upon return to welcomingensnares of familiar faces and obligations; but of course, alone in myQueen Bed.I could have extended my trip for a twenty more, but return I came –here. My trap: my vanitied dwelling full of fancied adornments withno place to go.Vain. I am so vain to believe in myself, don’t you think? O’ these bemy projections. I am glad my happy friend walks ahead of me. I wishnot for him to see my void face, although I still believe. I disagreeMACK 114