A Parisian Holiday

It was an unseasonably warm spring day outside of a small café on boulevard de la Tour Maubourg in the heart of Paris, I sat taking in the sights and sounds of the city. In the distance, I could just make out the lights from the Eiffel Tower as the sun made room for nightfall. Cars rolled along and people strolled by on their way home or to an evening of magic in this city of wonder. It was shaping up to be the perfect Parisian evening.

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Blink once, what to do? Right swiped for those eyes. Mind open, golden rule, you took me by surprise.

A Taste at the Table

Our table sat in a dimly lit corner of a side alcove off the main dining room in an aging Italian restaurant. We were fairly isolated from the rest of the diners, just the way Sir likes it. I pressed a glass of cool prosecco to my lips and drank in the smooth sparkling wine. As I swallowed, I felt the coolness in my throat followed by a heat rising to my cheeks. I could feel his eyes on me. I returned the glass to the table and slowly raised my eyes to meet his steel-gray stare. His gaze was amiable but intense. He was studying me. I felt my lips drying up from the drink, and ran my tongue over them to bring back some moisture. I smiled, he did not.

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.

Secret

With me, you bloom, you laugh, we ride. At home, you pull the petals back in and hide. You kiss my mouth and bite my lips. You slap my ass and squeeze my hips. You touch, you taste, you always savor. And as you fell, you became much braver. Your life away must always come first. But when you are gone, I fear the worst. Our romance is destined to be caught in a song, In a moment of time when the music comes on. I know what you need, I’ve seen your heart through your eyes. You’ve whispered, you’ve hinted, but you’re telling more lies. Your secret, my love, is safe with me... No soul has to know that you truly crave three.

Discarded

When you discard me, be sure to close the lid on the bin. Walk away. Don’t look back to reach in... I’ve already moved on. This side of the road, I’ve been discarded here before... I know my way home by heart. They call it muscle memory. And my heart always remembers. She never forgets.

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...