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- Nov 25, 2021
The small house felt warm compared to the cool autumn air. Irene shrugged off her coat, revealing an outfit that still looked perfect even with nowhere to go. Irene was a dominatrix who had just been stood up. One thing to know about Irene, she hated to waste a good look. As she walked towards the living room, she reached up to fix the black choker around her neck. Allison was probably wrapped up in one of her space novels or solving some complex problem on her laptop. The image made Irene smirk. Allison's focus and quiet energy had a way of always pulling Irene in. Maybe the night would be wasn't a total loss after all.
Irene leaned against the doorway, the soft white glow from the living room lamp outlining her shape. The room looked like both girls lived there, her colorful blankets draped over the couch and Allison's vinyl record collection lined up by the stereo. She listened for any kind of movement. A keyboard maybe, or a book page turning. Allison was nearby, probably unaware of how irritated the night had made her. Irene crossed her arms and spoke just loud enough to carry.
"Well, this night's off to a spectacular start." She didn't call her out by name. It was more of a gentle nudge, a challenge Irene wrapped up inside of a joke. Irene wasn't angry, not really. She was just keyed up is all and Allison always had away of bringing her back down to earth. It was good to be home.
A sudden shift on the couch or maybe it was a chair creaking that let Irene know she'd been heard. She stayed put, letting the silence linger. Her earlier frustration from being stood up was already fading away and was being replaced by the comfort of being home..Allison was the kind of person who always made things better. There was an electrical charge under Irene's skin, though, that hadn't quite gone away. The part of her that liked being in control, liked play, wasn't ready to switch off just yet. She shifted her weight, causing her leather corset to creak softly as she cocked her hip and waited to see what Allison might do next.
Her eyes swept across the room looking at all the little things that felt like Allison. Bent paper Bent paperbacks, a cooling mug of tea, a pair of glasses sitting where they were last used. The girls were opposites in almost every way imaginable, but somehow it worked for them. Irene, sharp and put together. Allison, thoughtful and just a little bit messy. The balance felt good right now. Irene stepped onto the rug. Her boots were quiet. She spoke again, with more warmth this time. Her tone, however, still carried with it a hint of dare. "Hope you're ready to entertain me, love, because my night's wide open now." She let it hang there, curious what Allison would do with the opening.
Irene leaned against the doorway, the soft white glow from the living room lamp outlining her shape. The room looked like both girls lived there, her colorful blankets draped over the couch and Allison's vinyl record collection lined up by the stereo. She listened for any kind of movement. A keyboard maybe, or a book page turning. Allison was nearby, probably unaware of how irritated the night had made her. Irene crossed her arms and spoke just loud enough to carry.
"Well, this night's off to a spectacular start." She didn't call her out by name. It was more of a gentle nudge, a challenge Irene wrapped up inside of a joke. Irene wasn't angry, not really. She was just keyed up is all and Allison always had away of bringing her back down to earth. It was good to be home.
A sudden shift on the couch or maybe it was a chair creaking that let Irene know she'd been heard. She stayed put, letting the silence linger. Her earlier frustration from being stood up was already fading away and was being replaced by the comfort of being home..Allison was the kind of person who always made things better. There was an electrical charge under Irene's skin, though, that hadn't quite gone away. The part of her that liked being in control, liked play, wasn't ready to switch off just yet. She shifted her weight, causing her leather corset to creak softly as she cocked her hip and waited to see what Allison might do next.
Her eyes swept across the room looking at all the little things that felt like Allison. Bent paper Bent paperbacks, a cooling mug of tea, a pair of glasses sitting where they were last used. The girls were opposites in almost every way imaginable, but somehow it worked for them. Irene, sharp and put together. Allison, thoughtful and just a little bit messy. The balance felt good right now. Irene stepped onto the rug. Her boots were quiet. She spoke again, with more warmth this time. Her tone, however, still carried with it a hint of dare. "Hope you're ready to entertain me, love, because my night's wide open now." She let it hang there, curious what Allison would do with the opening.
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