It's been quite a while since I last flashed fdotleonora.com
but I certainly couldn't resist *this* prompt because it's me! :) So, in honor of the fabulous Ms. F dot Leonora's bday month and the mystique of the cards, I've written my own Tarot Tale.
I took a deep breath as I shut the car door and used the driver’s window as a mirror. Yes, I chose the correct outfit: skinny jeans, black high-heeled boots, and my fitted biker jacket. I turned and headed towards the café walking briskly across the street and stepping onto the sidewalk with focused determination.
The cards never lie. Carmen said that. Okay, maybe she wasn’t the best example because her story was a tragedy, but my grandmother said those words, too. Grandma Giordano taught me to trust my cards—that they would show me the right path to follow… always.
Smiling to myself, I remembered what the cards whispered to me this morning as I consulted my angel deck. I recalled how my fingertips danced along the spread lightly caressing the cards as I flipped them over to reveal their wisdom. My iridescent mermaid nail polish perfectly complimented the ethereal artwork with its swirls of greens, blues, and golds. And I was pleased by their message.
I shifted back and forth swaying gently as I waited outside the café. It was an unseasonably warm day, and I basked in the sunshine as the soft breeze fanned my raven locks.
Suddenly, I felt the sensation of warm lips nuzzling at the back of my neck, and my blood went molten through me. I recognized her perfume and breathed in the intoxicating mixture of musk, creamy spice, and apricots as she wrapped her arms around me.
Turning in the circle of her embrace, I hugged her quickly before stepping back to look her over. She was stunning as she grinned at me.
“Hey,” she said removing her sunglasses and gazing down at me. She took my hands in hers, tenderly kissing each one while I stood mesmerized by her luscious lips, hazel eyes, and wild tangle of curls which was piled high on top of her head. Snaking her arms around my waist once more, she pulled me closer lowering her lips to mine. She tasted of dark cherries and spearmint, and I let my body sink deeper into her as our lips moved together, tongues mingling, savoring one another.
I allowed her hands to explore my body, and I grew more excited as her hands smoothed down my hips following the band of my skinny jeans. Her fingers deftly found the button and zipper making short work of undoing them both. She plunged into the lace of my panties searching to probe my pussy where I was already aroused and wet. Pushing first one finger and then another into the depths of me, she kissed me harder and rocked her own hips against mine. I was in a haze of heightened carnality and dizzy with need for her—all of her. I could almost hear her cooing my name--
“Claire. Claire! Hey…”
I snapped up my head to see her walking towards me, smiling, and calling my name. Regaining composure after my fantasy, I waved my greeting. She scooped me into a hug before making a sweeping gesture toward the café entrance.
“After you, my lady,” she declared taking my hand before ushering me over the threshold.
but I certainly couldn't resist *this* prompt because it's me! :) So, in honor of the fabulous Ms. F dot Leonora's bday month and the mystique of the cards, I've written my own Tarot Tale.
I took a deep breath as I shut the car door and used the driver’s window as a mirror. Yes, I chose the correct outfit: skinny jeans, black high-heeled boots, and my fitted biker jacket. I turned and headed towards the café walking briskly across the street and stepping onto the sidewalk with focused determination.
The cards never lie. Carmen said that. Okay, maybe she wasn’t the best example because her story was a tragedy, but my grandmother said those words, too. Grandma Giordano taught me to trust my cards—that they would show me the right path to follow… always.
Smiling to myself, I remembered what the cards whispered to me this morning as I consulted my angel deck. I recalled how my fingertips danced along the spread lightly caressing the cards as I flipped them over to reveal their wisdom. My iridescent mermaid nail polish perfectly complimented the ethereal artwork with its swirls of greens, blues, and golds. And I was pleased by their message.
I shifted back and forth swaying gently as I waited outside the café. It was an unseasonably warm day, and I basked in the sunshine as the soft breeze fanned my raven locks.
Suddenly, I felt the sensation of warm lips nuzzling at the back of my neck, and my blood went molten through me. I recognized her perfume and breathed in the intoxicating mixture of musk, creamy spice, and apricots as she wrapped her arms around me.
Turning in the circle of her embrace, I hugged her quickly before stepping back to look her over. She was stunning as she grinned at me.
“Hey,” she said removing her sunglasses and gazing down at me. She took my hands in hers, tenderly kissing each one while I stood mesmerized by her luscious lips, hazel eyes, and wild tangle of curls which was piled high on top of her head. Snaking her arms around my waist once more, she pulled me closer lowering her lips to mine. She tasted of dark cherries and spearmint, and I let my body sink deeper into her as our lips moved together, tongues mingling, savoring one another.
I allowed her hands to explore my body, and I grew more excited as her hands smoothed down my hips following the band of my skinny jeans. Her fingers deftly found the button and zipper making short work of undoing them both. She plunged into the lace of my panties searching to probe my pussy where I was already aroused and wet. Pushing first one finger and then another into the depths of me, she kissed me harder and rocked her own hips against mine. I was in a haze of heightened carnality and dizzy with need for her—all of her. I could almost hear her cooing my name--
“Claire. Claire! Hey…”
I snapped up my head to see her walking towards me, smiling, and calling my name. Regaining composure after my fantasy, I waved my greeting. She scooped me into a hug before making a sweeping gesture toward the café entrance.
“After you, my lady,” she declared taking my hand before ushering me over the threshold.