Her silk dress fell to the floor

For all the money he’d throw at her, she felt herself his possession and hated it. Finally, she’d had enough.

“I’m leaving you,” she said, as her silk dress fell to the floor, followed by her jewelry and lingerie. “You can keep everything.”

Naked, she turned provocatively towards the front door, as he stood there flummoxed.

Outside, awaited a small, orange car.


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43 thoughts on “Her silk dress fell to the floor”

  1. Now I call that an exit Dave. He probably hated to see her go โ€” but loved to watch her leaveโ€ฆ ๐Ÿ˜

  2. I love the small orange car โ€“ it is always good to have an escape steed close by.

    1. Very provocative David, I enjoyed that! ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ‘ I mean, what can you say to her then?! ๐Ÿ˜‰๐Ÿ˜‚

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