A Parisian Holiday: In His Kiss

We sat on the rooftop with the city lights as our backdrop, devouring those sweet chocolate crêpes and sipping on wine from glasses that Moscow brought up from his apartment.

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A Parisian Holiday: An Unexpected Dinner Date

Moscow ordered for both of us in perfect French. I listened closely and gathered we were starting with a soup of some kind and then a dish with prawns and more red wine. 
The server returned shortly with slices of warm baguette in a bread basket. “Merci!” we both chimed enthusiastically. It seemed that Moscow liked warm bread as much as me. Well, despite his nickname, he was French!

The Nuru Massage Birthday Surprise

When she returned to the bedroom, wrapped in a plush white terry cloth robe, Ken felt his heart drop to his stomach. It was the sight of her beautifully bronzed-brown skin next to the bright white cloth of the robe and her hair pulled up, which accented her slim long neck. He wanted to kiss her neck and feel her warmth underneath him. Lisa was surprised to see the room decked out in fragrant candles and flowers. The bed was covered in a shiny-plastic or rubber-looking sheet. “What’s all of this?” she asked taking in the very romantic scene before her. Ken smiled and for the first time she realized that he had completely disrobed.

First Draft Completed! Now Onto Revisions…

Remember the short story I've been working on -- Passion's Curse? Well, I finished my first draft! 
I really agonized over the ending and finally made a decision and just wrote it, knowing I would change it in the revisions to come. 
Again, I didn't love how the story was ending, but I committed to the writing and the first draft is done! It feels so good to have a completed draft of my first significant creative writing project.

Road Trip

Ginger stepped out of the car and immediately felt the warmth of the ever-present SoCal sun on her face, but there was also a cool breeze blowing which signaled the start of November. She walked along the sidewalk path leading to the station, but stopped as she approached a bench. Ginger inspected the bench for dirt or water before taking a seat to wait. She was excited about her first trip away with Tony. They had been dating for a couple of months now and enjoyed each other's company enough to try an overnight trip. Her stomach was in knots though. What if they ran out of things to talk about? What if they had a fight, how would she get home? What if...