The below is a story I'm working on; any feedback is helpful. Thank you in advance.
The Sexual Adventures of Heather H
An Excerpt from Chapter 1
My real name isn’t Heather H but that's something I can’t think about right now. Matt hasn’t been returning my texts which isn’t unusual. He’s probably out with his wife — which is also something I try not to think about but the more I push her out of my mind the more she appears. Sometimes, she’s fucking Matt, but most of the time she’s bleeding to death because I just slit her throat. I think she knows about me —Matt doesn’t try too hard to cover his tracks.
Right now, I’m sitting at Starbucks checking my phone every five seconds. Matt wasn’t going to text today. I spent hours checking my phone for any signs of Matt Life and none, nada, zip, zero. I decided that carrying a cell was like holding a constant rejection reminder and pondered tossing it into the trash along with my half finished jet-fuel coffee but I didn’t. Instead, I left the coffee shop and drove to my thinking place. As I pulled up my old friend, the weeping cherry tree, greeted me. I turned off the ignition and threw my keys into my bag.
Stepping out of the car my heels sank slightly into the dirt and I made my way through the same trail that I visited last week. Why do I always seem to wind up here Saturday’s at 3:15 PM?
The breeze tickled my skin and a bird chirped in unison with the crickets encouraging my mind to drift. The last time I saw Matt he just came back from work. Although his shirt wasn’t tucked in and his tie askew he still appeared perfectly well-groomed. We made a strange couple. A glimpse in the mirror reflected myself as some dark-haired wicked gypsy trying to corrupt and possess America’s Golden Boy. But in actuality Matt's preppy good looks masked an unknown and questionable soul whereas I was easy to read.
Matt stood behind me and I felt his fingers push through my hair and squeeze the back of my head. He pulled my head back and whispered in my ear. His words ran through my mind and I embellished on his descriptions. Matt’s lack of variety didn’t surprise me. He didn’t really put much effort into me at all. I was like the afterthought of a day poorly planned. It was getting tiresome. I wanted more. His lips brushed the back of my neck and wandered down my back. Hands grazed my curves. “Baby you’re so fuckin beautiful I can’t get enough of you” he moaned, bent me over the bed and kicked my legs to either side. A finger, wet and long slipped inside me.
Our dance began.
The Sexual Adventures of Heather H
An Excerpt from Chapter 1
My real name isn’t Heather H but that's something I can’t think about right now. Matt hasn’t been returning my texts which isn’t unusual. He’s probably out with his wife — which is also something I try not to think about but the more I push her out of my mind the more she appears. Sometimes, she’s fucking Matt, but most of the time she’s bleeding to death because I just slit her throat. I think she knows about me —Matt doesn’t try too hard to cover his tracks.
Right now, I’m sitting at Starbucks checking my phone every five seconds. Matt wasn’t going to text today. I spent hours checking my phone for any signs of Matt Life and none, nada, zip, zero. I decided that carrying a cell was like holding a constant rejection reminder and pondered tossing it into the trash along with my half finished jet-fuel coffee but I didn’t. Instead, I left the coffee shop and drove to my thinking place. As I pulled up my old friend, the weeping cherry tree, greeted me. I turned off the ignition and threw my keys into my bag.
Stepping out of the car my heels sank slightly into the dirt and I made my way through the same trail that I visited last week. Why do I always seem to wind up here Saturday’s at 3:15 PM?
The breeze tickled my skin and a bird chirped in unison with the crickets encouraging my mind to drift. The last time I saw Matt he just came back from work. Although his shirt wasn’t tucked in and his tie askew he still appeared perfectly well-groomed. We made a strange couple. A glimpse in the mirror reflected myself as some dark-haired wicked gypsy trying to corrupt and possess America’s Golden Boy. But in actuality Matt's preppy good looks masked an unknown and questionable soul whereas I was easy to read.
Matt stood behind me and I felt his fingers push through my hair and squeeze the back of my head. He pulled my head back and whispered in my ear. His words ran through my mind and I embellished on his descriptions. Matt’s lack of variety didn’t surprise me. He didn’t really put much effort into me at all. I was like the afterthought of a day poorly planned. It was getting tiresome. I wanted more. His lips brushed the back of my neck and wandered down my back. Hands grazed my curves. “Baby you’re so fuckin beautiful I can’t get enough of you” he moaned, bent me over the bed and kicked my legs to either side. A finger, wet and long slipped inside me.
Our dance began.
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