She sauntered unceremoniously down the darkened street, her red-bottomed heels providing a sharp staccato against the sidewalk. She tied the belt of her trench coat tighter in an attempt to shut out the cold wind that tousled her long thick midnight curls…
Welcome to 2020! It’s been quite some time since I have updated and posted. First, I’d like to say thank you to all of my followers and readers for your continued support. There have been numerous things, both positive and negative, that have taken place behind the scenes taking me away from writing for a while. However, there is good news! New content is on the way! So stay tuned and thank you again for the continued support!
At the sound advice of a trusted friend I have decided to start a new blog. Don’t worry this one will still be here, but over the last year or so I have developed a new hobby…iPhone photography. I am an novice at best, but I have decided to share my work on a new blog and hopefully gain tips and insight from others. So, if you have a moment, please click on the link below, take a look, follow and leave a comment. Thank you!!
It’s late afternoon. You’ve been in your office all day chipping away at your work. I’ve tried not to disturb you, busying myself around the house with various chores.I’ve tried to be a good girl today in all honesty, but I can’t ignore the growing primal need I have of you.
Hues of blue, purple, red and gold danced across the sky as the sun’s last golden rays kissed the ocean’s horizon. The sounds of the ocean waves mixed with the sounds music as the waves gently crashed upon the shore. The gentle breeze carried the scent of the sea as it smoothly ran his fingers through her unbound curls sending the scent of jasmine to him. Her laughter a melodic wind-chime as he twirled her about the bonfire. Her white lehenga flowing about her as he spun her, the sun-warmed sand finding its way between their toes. He watched her keenly, grinning as they danced, marveling at the beautiful contrast of the skirt and choli top created against her dark skin and long blue-black curls. She could feel the warmth of his body through his linen pants and shirt as he held her close.
I swallow convulsively, my mouth void of any moisture. I stare out the window, the lights passing before my unseeing eyes as you navigate your car through the city. Soft jazz drifts through the speakers, but my ears do not hear. My heart thunders frantically against my chest as I recall my words to you in the restaurant. I marvel at how so simple words can threaten my very air supply, yet change the course of our entire evening, perhaps our very lives. Typically, we would have had our dessert, kissed one another on the cheek, and departed for our respective spouses, but not tonight.