Click, click, click

07Feb08

“Click, click, click, click, click, click!”

On the footpath behind me as I walk. I watch her as she passes in her black too-high heels. She has a horror-head, but she is Barbie incarnate bodywise, and I can’t look away. Lilac shirt, tightly fitting her waist, top three buttons underdone. Pants, well cut, caressing her arse and thighs, falling nicely to ankle.

“Click, click, click, click, click, click.”

Slower now up the slight incline, she is walking with purpose. As I watch her behind from behind, mesmerised by the roll of her hips and the lack of movement of her arse, I start to notice, I mean really notice, to the point where no other data is getting into my head, the minute details of that walk. And it is the detail that undoes the illusion of sexy for me. Her arms, with one hand clenched one flapping, swing out wide, far too far from her body. Her toes turn ever so slightly outwards as she flings each leg ahead. And in my head her click, click, clicks become “Clop, clop, clop, clop, clop, clop!” Even the nicest arse can’t make up for a horse-walk.


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8 Responses to “Click, click, click”  

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  1. 1 lolostve on February 7, 2008 said:

    and yet, you forgot your camera?

  2. 2 lillipilli on February 7, 2008 said:

    or did i? I may just be keeping that arse to myself.

  3. 3 lolostve on February 7, 2008 said:

    Of course you are, selfish!

  4. 4 lillipilli on February 7, 2008 said:

    And just plain mean :P

  5. 5 lolostve on February 7, 2008 said:

    :)

  6. 6 Ben on February 8, 2008 said:

    Miaow ;)

  7. 7 lillipilli on February 8, 2008 said:

    Ben, you’ve nailed it!

  8. 8 Corina on February 18, 2008 said:

    Nicely done!

    I love the descriptions. Very engrossing.

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