Fairytales

She was alone once upon a time. And she was somewhat more extraordinary than what she was given credit for. She loved the feel of the heat against her skin, as much as she loved the climax she had to reach. Night after night leaves her feeling empty. The same fingers, the same touch, the same words. Just different offenders.
She was alone then. Once upon a time. She let the emptiness stay as it was. It wasnt going anywhere in a hurry.
Not in a hurry. Such things as these did not last forever, or for long. Whether it be for some kindly smile from some unknown benefactor is another question. Most stories are solved in this fashion. He smiles for her, and her heart melts. She begins with little things. Her nails stay long instead of being ripped away. She is singing again. The makeup doesnt matter anymore.
She loves this, unlike anything she had before then. It progresses with the big things. She stays awake at night. She wont work anymore. She craves the feel of skin, but one skin only. She hates the variety. The job is going out the door. She doesnt think about that. Theres something more important. He saves her.
Happily ever after.