Something About You • Lesbian | BDSM •

1. Mari

     The funny thing about Mari is that she forgets where she is sometimes. Her mind tends to wander from idea to idea as she pours burnt coffee and smiles at the overweight forty something sitting in her booth, salivating over the 'texan big breakfast' placed in front of him. She absently wonders how he might have sex — can he even manage it? His wife sitting across betrays a face of disappointment as he digs in.

    You see, Mari wasn't a pervert exactly, but she was a writer. She worked part-time as a copywriter for a local publication and her assignments could sometimes be.. inconsistent. To supplement she works a few days at the diner by her apartment. It's not the worst gig, and when it's slow it gives her time to let her mind wander, sometimes finding that spark needed whenever she's been agonizing over a case of writer's block — ideas crudely sketched on diner napkins and quickly shoved into her bag, praying no one around her can read them before they're out of sight. No, she didn't mind the diner, but she did mind the way people there tended to look at her.

    A few years prior, Mari started her transition. She's been out and open about it for a little over a year, but still finds it hard to be so visible in public. The eyes of strangers feeling like hot magnets, locking on to her, and, as if telepathically, she can feel their thought processes, trying to figure out whether she's a boy or a girl. It's exhausting, but she pushes through and hopes that one day she won't need to worry about that anymore. Her friends tell her she's beautiful, but that only goes so far.

    In private, she usually likes to spend her free time alone, reading and writing and masturbating. It's not that she didn't want to be in a relationship, but she's already tried the whole dating while trans thing, and, put simply, it didn't go so well. So she decided to take some time to herself and figure out what she really wanted. This is how she started writing erotica.

    On the internet, for $2.99 a pop you can read full novellas about anything you can imagine. Growing up, Mari found a lot of comfort in these stories. They helped her realize that she wasn't so alone in her desires. Stories of gender bending, bondage, sadomasochism, castles and mansions full of beautiful sadistic women always floated to the top for her. She became enthralled with many of them, their characters bleeding into her fantasies — she can remember more than one sweaty night fueled by a vibrator and 'Chains & Roses, Vol. 3'. These stories turned her on, sure, but more than that they validated and inspired her. They inspired her to write her own.. and she did.

    Leaving the diner that day, Mari was thinking about a new rope self tie she saw online the night before. She didn't have enough rope to try it so she ordered a few more feet, next day delivery, excited and crossing her fingers it would be there waiting for her as she walked the few blocks back to her apartment building. When she got in, there weren't any deliveries, but she did find someone she hadn't seen before flipping through their mail near the boxes. The woman had deep auburn hair that lightly hung over the shoulders of her cream colored overcoat. Mari walked up next to her and went to unlock her mailbox, as she did the woman glanced toward her.

    "Hi," Mari said to break the silence.
    "Hi," the women responded, looking back to her mail.
    "You live in the building?"
    "Yeah, just moved in the other week."
    "Oh great, well I'm Marisa."
    "Rose." she said as she started walking up the building's main stairs.
    "Good to meet—" Mari said as she closed her mailbox, a stack of bills and junk letters clutched in her hand, but Rose was already upstairs and out of earshot, "you.."

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