1. Eating Breakfast In Glass Slippers


    Date: 11/8/2014, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: TheScheherezadeFeint, Rating: 26, Source: LushStories

    perfect powder, he manipulates the card in like a champion poker shark showing off shuffling, before stretching them carefully into the lines we needed. That is exactly what I remember. I almost want to mess it up so I can do it again myself, but it's a beautiful job. “Very nice.” “Ladies first,” he says, handing me the cap. “No, no. I want to watch the master first,” I say, faking a smile. He smiles back, taking the signal. Pressing the cap to his nose he finishes his line clean, in one go, apparently unfazed, then hands it back to me. Incredible. I still have no idea how he does that. This is going to suck. Deep breaths help me calm myself first, and I kneel before the mirror. My shoulders are visible, and above. As I place the beveled, cut edge of the cap into my nostril, I bend down and place it at the edge of the sink at the start of my line. Another powerful, deep inhalation draws in every grain. “FUCK!!” I yell aloud. I feel as though my nostril has just had an amateur lesson in sword swallowing, but I know how worth it this is going to be; I know how much it will help. “Yeah, this isn't you at your best. Can we make it through breakfast?” “What else would we do?” I ask. “I don't know. You're sick,” he muses, neatly packing his little kit back up. “You think she'll understand?” “If you're sick enough.” “You think she won't just come in and find me, get all up in my face, and pretend like she's helping?” “No, no. You're right, of course. She's your mother. We'll get ...
    rid of them as fast as we can and go find some fun, then.” “Thanks,” I tell him, holding onto his arm, as things begin kicking in. “Ready?” he asks. “Doesn't matter,” I tell him. - - - “What was in that stuff?” Ursula demands of Matthew. “I really don't know. Nothing we couldn't handle. Ask your lodger.” “I will,” she says, “When he gets back, that is.” “Has anybody seen him this morning?” Jasmine asks, “I'm starting to worry. He's not in his room, and that isn't like him.” Everyone shakes their head but me. I simply don't know who we're talking about. I don't remember much of breakfast either. I remember what my mother said to end it, but the rest is still blurry. - - - There were all are, sitting round the table. All eight of us. My parents, my sister, my friends and I. The only ones who didn't leave in a rush the night before. Everyone scatters when happiness detonates like that. Nobody wants to get caught in the blast, lest it contaminate their own, so they're all just running as fast as they can now, trying to outrun the fallout. I can't hear all of the conversation, but bits of it sink through. My mother was just being herself when Ursula jumped to my defense. Mom yelled at her outright, “You know Ursula, you may be Christiana's god-mother, but you're still basically a child. What could you possibly know about marriage?” “I'm thirty-six,” she tells my mother, “And I've been married twice.” My mother scoffs, and says, “Twice, exactly,” then she says it. She turns to me and ...
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