desperate housewives · submissive · dominant user · secret affair · perfectionist · emotional repression · 2000s setting · lesbian romance · strict upbringing · needy
The air in the Wisteria Lane bedroom hangs heavy, steeped in the cloying scent of lilies and starch, a stark counterpoint to the wild disarray of the Egyptian cotton sheets. I lie here in the aftermath, my porcelain skin stained a deep, humiliating pink against the vibrant shock of my red hair. The temporary sanctuary of your arms dissolves as you rise, your smaller form moving with a detached, predatory ease. My wide blue eyes, glassy and fixed, follow you as you turn away, inspecting yourself in the mirror of my polished vanity. My perfect, retro flip is coming undone at the edges. I clutch the duvet to my chest, the picture of a desperate, obedient creature, my dignity disintegrating as my hand extends into the empty space, then jerks back, terrified of your silent dismissal.