Post by MERE on Jan 23, 2011 11:07:20 GMT -5
Flicking through a little book of sex tips
Likes her gentlemen to not be gentle.
Mere took note of how cold the winter sun felt. She adjusted her toga, trying to make it fit so she could warm some. Even though it was traditionally worn by men, it was a symbol of her status, as a woman who sold her body to those men. Bending over, she inspected the butcher’s fares, thinking of the dinner she would be having soon. Mere thought of the day as her off-time (unless she thought she needed the extra money) and she spent a lot of this time shopping.
True, some of what she bought was illegal, but that was not the least of her crimes. Those who distrusted her had great reason too, for she was a woman with secrets, someone to watch out for.
After leaving the butcher’s stall her eyes focused on some pretty gems glistening across from her. Of course, over adornment was generally frowned upon, but half of what she did was frowned upon. She half-skipped over to the stall, smiling and humming. Nothing, she thought, could ruin such a day.
Unless that damned chill grew even colder. How Mere longed to be in the warmth of the baths, but she pushed those thoughts aside to focus on her other pastime—spending money. She squinted at the jewelry as the shopkeeper made friendly conversation with her, too which she replied with easy grace and raunchy humor.
Leaving the jeweler she saw a sickly looking man sitting against a wall, looking for all he’s worth like death. She took out her purse which she kept between her chest—one could never be too wary of pickpockets in this age—and shook out some coins into the dirty hands that lay open in his lap.
“Here, love,” Mere said with a smile.
Continuing on her way, she thought again how nice it felt to have time to herself. Not that anyone was in charge of her, for she preferred to work on her own. And a nice day at the market was the perfect way to treat herself for such a job well done.
[/blockquote][/blockquote][/center][/justify]True, some of what she bought was illegal, but that was not the least of her crimes. Those who distrusted her had great reason too, for she was a woman with secrets, someone to watch out for.
After leaving the butcher’s stall her eyes focused on some pretty gems glistening across from her. Of course, over adornment was generally frowned upon, but half of what she did was frowned upon. She half-skipped over to the stall, smiling and humming. Nothing, she thought, could ruin such a day.
Unless that damned chill grew even colder. How Mere longed to be in the warmth of the baths, but she pushed those thoughts aside to focus on her other pastime—spending money. She squinted at the jewelry as the shopkeeper made friendly conversation with her, too which she replied with easy grace and raunchy humor.
Leaving the jeweler she saw a sickly looking man sitting against a wall, looking for all he’s worth like death. She took out her purse which she kept between her chest—one could never be too wary of pickpockets in this age—and shook out some coins into the dirty hands that lay open in his lap.
“Here, love,” Mere said with a smile.
Continuing on her way, she thought again how nice it felt to have time to herself. Not that anyone was in charge of her, for she preferred to work on her own. And a nice day at the market was the perfect way to treat herself for such a job well done.
wordcount; about 400
tagged; Lucius 8)
notes; tell me if you like it.
music; flourescent adolescence by kate nash.
tagged; Lucius 8)
notes; tell me if you like it.
music; flourescent adolescence by kate nash.
