"Your Move"

will likely be the title of tomorrow's Quinn Drop but seeing as I will be at the dentist when it goes live [and I am not very sleepy] may as well post this early. 

I say "likely" because the titles and tags and teasers are but suggestions to the capable Quinnployees [my insistence - not theirs].  Let the professionals do their thing, says I.

Spoilers [???] below - you've been warned

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This one [like all the others so far] is an experiment [I told you I can't help but try to fail].  I didn't so much draw inspiration as I relived a memory.  Apart from exact wording - this is almost precisely how this memory lives in my head.  I'm not sure I'll make such a literal translation from recollection -> art in the future but I wanted to try it once [mostly for selfish reasons]. 

We'll call her "Bella" which isn't clever or similar or a good allusion to anything but it's a fun name to say so let's go with it.

Bella was a model.  A little bit younger.  Much more flexible.  And I can't say I was initially very attracted to her.  In fact, she kind of annoyed me and the feeling was mutual.  She was very pretty and a better actor than you'd expect.  The show in question is Christmas Carol.  I was Scrooge's nephew [Fred] and she played my wife and during a matinee when we bussed in a bunch of old folks she guided my fingers inside her while the cast pretended to play charades.  

I never made a move and that annoyed her.  Why would I?  She said she wasn't single.  There was some flirtation but it was juvenile.  Teasing and playful bullying.  She was bratty.  Didn't eat carbs.  Had a "job" where she popped into a yoga studio at 6am for about 15 minutes to clean the mats but most mornings during the run she just stayed in bed with me and got paid to get fucked senseless.  One time when I was eating her out her boyfriend [they were on a "break" - you'll see] phoned and she took the call.  

I hate to admit how hot it all was.  

There was a moment of tenderness though.  That follows the audio.  I'd make a sequel but for those who don't know it's a memory it will only come off as some [even bigger] self-aggrandizing fantasy.

That night she told me I was her second.  That she needed strength to cut the cord for good with her first.  That there was something she could trust here.  Something safe.  And so a strange type of love took the form of a band-aid and we managed to make it until February [which is pretty good for closing at the end of December].  My only ask was that she not end things via text and so I was not surprised when that's indeed how things concluded.  

She's married now and I think she's quite happy and that's a very nice ending to the story.  I smile every time I hear "Use Me" by Bill Withers.  

Wholesome and filthy.  Feral and safe.  Loving and afraid.  Sometimes you meet people just for the poetry.