Of A Side ... — -vixen- Gina Valentina - Confessions

Tonight, she was supposed to be his escape. Hotel room downtown. King-sized bed. A bottle of something sparkling waiting in an ice bucket. But 9 p.m. came and went. Then 10. Then 11.

That was eighteen months ago.

Vixen. That’s what he called her when he wanted to make her feel wild and untamed. But she knew the truth: a vixen is just a fox that hasn’t been caught yet. -Vixen- Gina Valentina - Confessions Of A Side ...

“You don’t know the half of it,” she’d replied. Tonight, she was supposed to be his escape

Her apartment was small but hers—a studio in a part of town where neighbors minded their business and the landlord never asked questions. On the nightstand: a half-empty glass of red wine, a crumpled pack of American Spirits, and a Moleskine notebook she’d titled Confessions of a Side Piece three months ago. She’d laughed when she wrote it. Now it felt less like a joke and more like a survival guide. A bottle of something sparkling waiting in an ice bucket