A short story of a Milf Humiliation. Word count: 2,037
It is her forty-fourth birthday and she is alone. Alone in the crowd. Look at her, sitting at the bar ever hopeful. Waiting. Mutton-dressed-as-lamb, she knows it. So do the onlookers. Dawn Weston. Not here for the beer. Only here for one thing.
Yes, the skirt is too short to be proper for her age, and yes that top is too low. Way too low. But she is well past caring what other people think. Let them look, let them talk; let them have a good laugh. She is not here for them; she is here to feed her habit. And she will feed it anyway she can. That’s the thing about addiction isn’t it? It will rule you’re life no matter how you feel about it.
So there she sits, alone and brooding, waiting for an offer. Any offer. She knows it will take time, but it will come, and when it does come, she will accept it. She won’t care who he is, she never does these days...
REVIEW: 'A painful insight into a aging beauty queen's desperation for a man - a short but powerful tale full of insight.' That-Woman, author of 'Mutton Mummy.'