We’ve known each other for so long and so very well. We’ve been best friends for longer than either of us can remember. We’ve watched one another drift from one broken relationship to another. We’ve celebrated each other’s successes, provided comfort during loss and even danced at each other’s weddings. We’ve also listened to the shared disappointments in our respective marriages. Regardless of what life has thrown at us, we’ve always found the time for our weekly dinners.
She jerked from her thoughts, the vibration in her picket startling her. Reaching for her phone, she retrieved it from her front jacket pocket the screen casting an illuminating glow in the dim lights of the early morning ferry.
She read the notification and smiled to herself as she unlocked her phone. Bring up her messaging app she read, and then reread the text her heart increasing its pace.
“Good morning, my minx.” the text began. “I know you’re on the ferry. Find the nearest bathroom and remove your panties.”
She walked into the studio, the door chiming in time with her entrance. For weeks, she’d been researching photographers in a bid to find the one that would suit her needs. She was beyond delighted to stumble upon this particular studio owned by a photographer whose list of praises were longer than the Rhine. Since then, they’ve corresponded via email and direct messages with an easy camaraderie developing.
“Un instant, s’il vous plaît!”, a jolly male voice called from one of the back rooms.
“Oui Monsieur. Prenez votre temps,” she replied, stepping fully into the studio. She smiled to herself, excited to finally meet her new friend and photographer.
Casually, she perused the front parlour of the studio enjoying the sound of soft music drifting from the back. Along the walls hung numerous erotic and boudoir photos, many in the classic black and white, a few with splashes of colour. She took note of how the photographer maximized angles and expertly played with light and shadows. Though erotic in nature, the photos were done with a surprising level of class and sophistication, speaking highly to the masterful skill of the photographer. She knew she was in the right establishment.
“Bonjour Mademoiselle”, the voice called to her once again, prompting her to spin on her heels.
She sighed contently as a gentle breeze caressed her skin. She stood on the balcony high above the city taking in the sparkling night lights. Soft music flowed from the open French doors behind her. She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply the scent of the gardenias and roses that graced the candlelit balcony. She’d been looking forward to these next few days. She’d missed him, and his dark, sensuous accented voice was the ultimate of teases. His voice captivated her every time she heard it, birthing need and desire deep within her. She’d lost count the times she’d pleasured herself thinking of the sound of his voice, wanting touch and feel him. Now, she would wait no more.
She paced the bedroom nervously wringing her hands. Anxiety settled into her tummy like a heavy stone. She’d really done it this time; she’d provoked the sleeping giant. Their relationship had been strained at best these last few weeks, especially in the bedroom. For months she’d been trying to explain her desire to explore more in the boudoir. She’d grown tired of vanilla sex and wanted more. She’d been in a BDSM relationship before, and she found returning to a vanilla relationship with him was proving nearly impossible to sustain. For years, she’d loosely expressed her desires which significantly contributed to his lack of understanding. Yes, their marriage was fantastic otherwise, and on the surface, they seemed like the perfect power couple. He’d asked her more often than not to show him what she wanted, but she’d always been fearful of his judgment and the classic “topping from the bottom.” All of which lead to frustration for both, but last week things indeed came to a head in a volcanic exchange where things were said designed to wound. They did not miss their mark. Now, an uneasy silence stretched between them. Tonight she aimed to fix that and thanks to the aid of a treasured friend she would do just that. Tonight, she would show instead of telling.
The melodic, soulful sounds of jazz filled her ears as she stepped inside the dim lit restaurant. Her dark gaze scanned the room, searching… The grand dinner club overflowed with patrons, many of which enjoy a slow turn about the dance floor in the middle of the establishment. She craned her peering around the couple in front of her as they spoke with the maître d’.
Where are they? She wondered, as she nervously checked her watch again. She was early, knowing that both valued punctuality.
Bonjour! Just a brief announcement today. I have been rather silent lately in terms of publishing new pieces, but it has been for very good reasons. There are a number of changes taking place in my professional and personal life, one of which involves a huge cross-country move. So, as you can imagine there have been a number of distractors. Well, I’ve had a little time to catch my breath this week and as such I have posed a bit of a challenge to myself. My goal is to publish four new pieces of work by the end of the week (yes, I realize it is already Wednesday, but that’s why it is a challenge darlings!). I have had some wonderful sources of inspiration over the last few days, which will certainly help fuel this drive, so to speak. The first piece will be published tonight, thanks to the help of a trusted friend. I think you will enjoy what is in store. As always, thank you for your support. Comments and emails are always welcome. Happy reading!!
-AR💋💋
Her mind fought to rise from the thick layers of sleep as steady hands parted her thighs. In her sleep induced haze, she felt her legs being lifted and settled on something broad. She moaned quietly as warm breath fanned across her bare mound her muddled mind caught between sleep and awakeness.
Things are changing! AnaïsRossoErotica.com has finally received a well-deserved makeover!
She heard it in his voice during the phone call earlier that day. The exhaustion, the stress were all there though he tried to hide it. Most would not have noticed, but she was not most. She knew the telltale signs. The subtle exacerbation in the rolling of his R’s were always his giveaway. The week had taken its toll though he would never admit it and would always appear cool, calm and collected before his peers and those he lead. Yet, she knew him. She knew he needed a release, an outlet to escape his frustrations and she was delighted to accommodate him. She knew exactly how.
