I see the neon sign flashing blue, thinking of you and the things we do, it turns to red - what more can be said, you are next to me in bed, then it changes to red and you are in my dream.
I live on the edge of the city in Max's motel (that's me. Max I mean) although my real name Pete. I look out of my window before I slumber, your picture placed on my locker beside my bed.
I watch the 'welcome to Ontario and Max's place' flash on the Neon sign. It is blue and I am thinking of you, the things we do - and then it turns red, what more can be said - you are there, next to me in bed -but soon it turns a limy green and I feel I am your queen.
I hear your voice saying those things to me; the things you like to tell me and the things I love to hear. When will you return, my trucker divine; who scans the country delivering fuel, who texts me to say when he is in town? - And I am there in my best gown, the one you bought for me on our anniversary, remembering vividly our first bonding, my trucker fucker sublime, how you love to have me all the time.
I feel I need you right now, with you I can be my true self because we match so well, I ache for you and use our friend to sooth those things I want from you, the wonderful and considerate present you bought for me, to keep me happy when you are away, a flexible mold anal vibrator supreme; so exquisite it could almost be you, when I slide it into me feeling so blue, it is perfect baby and substitutes well. But of course it could never be the flesh and blood that is you.
In my mind I talk to Rick, my trucker fucker supreme - but sometimes, like last week; I take on my bi-mode and enjoy the opportunity that sometimes, as a motel owner, comes to me. When poor Patsy was stranded and had nowhere to go, she's lost her purse having stayed here in a room for three days, I thought at first it was an excuse not to pay, but her tears said she was genuine.
What could a guy do other than to offer her another room for the night - my room to be exact.
Patsy looked at me, knowing just exactly what was meant, but she took it so very gratefully and said she would pay the best way she knew. She stopped the sobbing on my shoulder and I showed her my room, I told her to get comfortable, have a shower and whatever, then join me for dinner and we could shag all night. And she looked at me excitedly and said "alright!"
As I saw her up the stairs and showed her the room, I watched her shapely rear sway in her tight, tight blue brush jeans and felt the nudge in my pants, as much as I loved and adored Rick, I do love an occasional strictly feminine break to while away the night.