Cut

Sometimes I cut things and they seem so nicely formed - like you're putting a really good piece of wood to one side. Rarely I keep them. Sometimes I'll throw them out here. So, this isn't in Housesitting, but something like it is:

Standing, she moved in front of him again. He saw her bend over and begin to pull at the zipper on the side of her boot, slowly moving it downwards. He loved to watch that; the gradual reveal, the slow tease that he knew Linda did so well. She pushed off the boot with her foot, then repeated the process and tossed them away. Now he could see her legs; clad in fishnet-styled pantyhose, like some sort of magician’s assistant, ready to show him a trick. 

“You like?” 

He nodded, again and again. There was something inherently kinky about fishnets, and whenever he saw them he couldn’t help but think lustful thoughts.

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