Time's Harlot: The Perils of Attraction, Seduction, and Desire by Kuchinsky Brenda

Author:Kuchinsky, Brenda [Kuchinsky, Brenda]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: anonymous
Published: 2017-06-13T04:00:00+00:00

Thirty Six

“You won’t leave me ever will you Maxie?” Mathilde asked, wheedling while she was tickling his ear with her red feather. She was in red leggings, clinging to her scrawny legs and a purple oversized top, concealing imaginary flab, with a matching voluminous red bag Max was clutching for her. Purple flats adorned her feet. Creamy purple eye shadow, slathered onto her eyelids, replaced the traditional blue weighing them down.

When she took her bag from his lap and plopped it on the floor, replacing it with her tush, her lacquered hive of hair disallowed any stray strands to wander. Instead, her carapace of tresses complete with a red bow on one side scraped the side of his face.

Max winced, but remained silent. He practically purred when she resumed tickling him with the feather, roaming all over his face, wandering down his neck, and passing swiftly over his fly, suggesting further delights. Max remembered the first time she produced that feather. Those whispery strokes whipped up a firm hard on he hadn’t experienced in decades.

“How could I leave you bubbala? With all the surprises in your bag of tricks? You make me feel young again,” he said, a twinkle escaping the patina of desolation reflected in his eyes.

“What about Ada?”

“Ada? Don’t be narish! She was my wife. We’re through. A long time ago. My shlong was dead with her. You brought me back to life.”

He quickly shut down the movie in his mind. An admiring Ada grabbing hold of his rejuvenated cock with surprising gusto. Games they’d never played before. Life was full of surprises. Even for a survivor, who hadn’t slept since 1939. He wondered if all the salmon and blueberries he was consuming were really helping his pecker.

“I want to go to the circus and study the tightrope acts. I dream of those days when I flew in Paris. I want to see Cirque de Soleil. They do impossible things. Let’s go Max. I want to be inspired.”

She was absentmindedly stroking him while looking off into the distance, remembering her glory days as she was stoking Max’s desire.

Circus, shmircus. She’s not climbing anything higher than me, he thought.

Max rose up urgently, almost dumping Mathilde onto the terrazzo floor. He grabbed her, set her upright, and rushed her into the bedroom.

Afterwards, Mathilde murmured, “I wish I still smoked. I would love a Gauloise right now.”

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