vagrantx
Femdom in hiding
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Thanks for the thought but remember to check the first post in the thread if you don’t see a prompt for the day. This month, all the prompts are already listedSorry for starting the new day but it is normally done by now. I hope I am not overstepping.
This is a very difficult prompt!! I’m not even sure I have an answer to it but I will be mulling it over for the dayThis prompt is hard!! I usually don't use songs to help me make a decision... they make me realize after the fact that I made the wrong one. Gonna have to think about this one...
I’ll never trust you again.Oh, fuck! I'm a goddamn follower....
Oh,good, I thought I missed something. Though the actual prompt is a hard one. I like it, but mulling.I'm confused, what's with the highschool prompts?
From the first page. No longer the latest news? What'd I miss?
Day 25: A song that helped influence a decision you made
I was sitting on the fire escape two floors above my apartment. It was cold, and it was raining. My right hand hurt, and was bloody. And this was playing out someone's window, really loud. It didn't influence the decision, but it was more the soundtrack to it.
See, there was this girl. Every great story starts that way. And we had been together a while, long enough to get serious. Long enough that when she decided she was going to move to Chicago, I was easy to convince to go with her. Love? I don't know. Something like it, more than infatuation less than being "true love," but on that same windy road. We had been in Chicago three months, and we were heading into winter, but I was happy for the first time in a long time. Money was tight, I was working hard, but I was happy. Really happy.
The elevator was out, so I took the stairs down. At the L station, I realized I had forgotten my book. It took me 45 minutes to get to work, too long without a book, and I was running way ahead, so I walked back. Up the stairs. Into the apartment. And to the door to our bedroom, where I saw her getting fucked by Tom, the next door neighbor with a wife and newborn. Hearts don't break -- they are too soft. They just get mashed and bloody. I wanted to beat the ever loving shit out of him. God, I wanted to break his pretty face. But when I took up boxing, I promised my coach, who was also my Grandfather, I wouldn't fight outside a ring, and not breaking that promise was worth too much of my soul. So I climbed out the window and up the fire escape. I punched the wall on the way up -- it seemed like a good idea at the time. I still have the scar on my finger. I probably cried, but I don't remember that part. But listening to Lindsey Buckingham wail? That I remember like it was this morning. "Damn your love, damn your lies." Like it was this morning.
"The Chain," Fleetwood Mac