She tottered off to bed and peeled off her dress,hands still working at her crotch,and fell asleep,dreaming of sex.
The next morning was a Saturday,and she awakened from her dreams blissfully playing with herself.She was in the kitchen,thinking about breakfast,wearing just her red high heels,when the telephone rang.It was her boyfriend.
"You sound funny..."
"I feel good!" she giggled.
"Maybe I should come over there?" He sounded concerned,wondered if she had been uncharacteristically sniffing glue or something.
Dave lived a few blocks away and would be there in minutes.Marjorie sang a little song and played with herself,figuring to be hot for her man.When the doorbell rang she answered it just as she was.
"Mar--" Dave stopped in disbelief.He barely recognized Marjorie's features...she must have dyed her hair,but those breasts...breasts of his dreams..."what happened?"
"I...uh...got this great outfit...for,uh...Halloween,and...uh..."
She silenced his silly prattle with a hug and kiss,pressing her big boobs against him.Even then he insisted on closing the door behind him,she couldn't think why.
She encouraged his every lust,and in time they were lying on her bed,he exhausted,she always in the mood for more.He tried to look past the bleachy hair and vacuous expression for the girlfriend he knew.In his wild fantasies he had thought of beautiful Marjorie *playing* the empty-headed sexpot,but this...just too much..."Marjorie...your job",he began.
Marjorie's brow furrowed.The only memory that stood out or made sense to her concerning her job was that she met rich men who liked her body.She couldn't remember going to bed with any,though,and that made no sense to her at all.It had to be her lousy memory again.Was he telling her to see someone else?
Thu Oct 19 10:37:19 2000