I'm not Mary!
By Lucy Sky
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Marianthi and Finn fall in love with each other head over heels. But there is Mary with whom they have to deal with. And Mary is a strange woman with a dark secret.
Lucy Sky
woman | lover | friend | partner | sub | bitch | slut | daughter | journo | cyclist | aunt | good girl | free climber | sister | teaser | cunt | cocksucker | exhibitionist | writer | dreamer | servant | snowboarder | feminist | missing-sock-in-the-laundry-searcher | mom | skivvyAnd when I'm not otherwise tied up I love to write about the times when I'm tied up.And in case you have any valuable information as to the whereabouts of the missing socks, please let me know. TYVM.
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I'm not Mary! - Lucy Sky
I'm not Mary
Published by Lucy Sky at Smashwords
Copyright 2012 Lucy Sky
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The area around Escher Wyss-Platz in Zurich’s west at four thirty on a Saturday morning is not a good place for a woman on her own. There are too many young guys with too much testosterone, alcohol and illegal substances in their bloodstream. It’s still more than two hours to go until the first tram comes by to pick up passengers, all the taxis are busy with people spilling from the various clubs which have replaced the industry in this part of town and now occupy the old industrial buildings. Others come from the jazz club which, together with a theatre, shares the building where ship engines were built until a few years ago. Lots of people are about, drinking on the street, hustling. Lots of trash, lots of shouting, brawls and worse, occasionally. Lots of guys believing their car’s gotta have at least two hundred horse powers and a sound system powerful enough to get the sound guys at an AC/DC concert go green with envy to make a lasting impression on the gals. Surprisingly enough, this strategy often works, proving the saying that there might be a fairer sex but certainly not a more intelligent one.
Anyway, this isn’t a good place at this time of day for a single, good looking woman in a short, sexy dress and high heels. Yet this is the place where Mary is weaving her way through the groups of people, seemingly oblivious to the catcalls and the hoots, occasionally sidestepping a guy who’s blocking her way, avoiding eye contact. Mary is prone to do things that no woman in her right frame of mind would do, at least not as long as she’s as sober as Mary is right now. But then again, she’d be the last to protest if someone stated that her frame of mind is more than just slightly askew.
Hey pussy? Need some dick?
one of the guys shouts at her, his speech blurred.
She isn’t stupid enough to reply or look at him. Instead, the ‘tack, tack’ of her heels on the still warm asphalt slightly accelerates, setting the pace like a metronome on speed. She’s tired, she’s aching, she can smell her own sweat and that of several others along with the sweet, musky odor of a lot of sex on her body and all she wants to do is go home, have a long shower and crash into her bed.
Cunts like you need a good fucking,
the drunk calls after her.
Now she cannot help but smile, her head downcast, both because she is too tired to hold it straight and because she knows it’s not a good idea to look any of the guys in his eyes. With their inflated egos they tend to think you immediately want to go down on your knees and suck their divine cocks or jump in their pimped Seat León to spread your legs.
If the jerk only knew. ‘A good fucking is just about the last thing I need,’ she thinks, turning around the corner into a street that runs all the way to the main station. She knows there’s a little bakery-cum-coffee shop a couple hundred meters further ahead which is already in business at this time of day and serves a decent cup of coffee.
Half an hour later she exits the Quippini, a small, cozy bar with excellent coffee and fresh croissants. She climbs into the back of a cab,