#7 Erin

Erin pulls the zip up on the front of her latex dress. She smooth’s down her hair with her hands and applies another layer of lipstick. Shiseido red. Slut red.
He’s still on the bed. Still bound. Still naked.
She lights a cigarette, picks up her phone and checks her messages. She smokes the cigarette and flicks the ash onto his clean white carpet, casually rubbing it in with the toe of her shiny leather boots.
As the cigarette burns down close to the filter, she stands, walks to the bed, grinds it out on his chest and leaves.
Image by Ciaran Duffy

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