Damn my husband for leaving me here alone again! She annoyedly sucks her cigarette, the tip glowing red as she inhales. Her unsatisfied sex drive prickles at her skin. She paces along her front porch, heels clacking against the concrete, slowly exhaling the smoke in an attempt to calm her desire. She pauses, shifting her weight to one leg and resting her hand on her hip as she recalls the passion and excitement of her past. Nights dancing and stripping under the hot stage lights of cabarets and the trysts that followed echoed through her mind in succulent waves of nostalgia. But then everything changed, she gave up her career to be married. What a sap I was
She purses her lips. Now it was 1959, and she was trapped in this white picketed suburban boredom with her dull husband. Suddenly she notices a person walking along the sidewalk in front of her home. She smiles evilly and begins formulating a plan. She quickly tosses away her cigarette and squashes it under her heel, unbuttons the first few buttons of her shirt to expose some generous cleavage, and calls out, “Good morning, handsome! Could you give a lady a hand for a moment? I could use someone big and strong to help me.” She lays her charm on thick, batting her eyelashes and squeezing her arms together to puff up her cleavage. Come to mama!
She purses her lips. Now it was 1959, and she was trapped in this white picketed suburban boredom with her dull husband. Suddenly she notices a person walking along the sidewalk in front of her home. She smiles evilly and begins formulating a plan. She quickly tosses away her cigarette and squashes it under her heel, unbuttons the first few buttons of her shirt to expose some generous cleavage, and calls out, “Good morning, handsome! Could you give a lady a hand for a moment? I could use someone big and strong to help me.” She lays her charm on thick, batting her eyelashes and squeezing her arms together to puff up her cleavage. Come to mama!