Lainey’s Corner


In a suburban house at the start of a weekend…

Another Friday night, they come around so fast
The train late as usual
Running down the avenue, heels – colour black
In through the front door, into the hall
Stripping as I go
I’m now naked, pile of clothes abandoned
Into the parlour, your parlour
Standing by the fireplace
You’re waiting for me
Waiting for me to take my place
The far corner, the only spare corner
Well it was spare until last month
Now it’s my corner
Where I go on Friday night
For a while anyway
Your eyes penetrate, deep inside
‘Til you’ve feasted upon my nakedness
My naked round bottom, striped still
The wait is intense
As I luxuriate in the glow
My warm cheeks (both sets)
Nose always touching
The yellow coloured wall
That is Lainey’s corner

E xx

7 comments on “Lainey’s Corner

  1. Whippoorwill says:

    Really like this Lainey, beautiful work.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. LoganTyler says:

    I think all the corners should be Lainey’s corners. πŸ˜‰

    Liked by 1 person

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