So... I've just returned to the States after two weeks abroad. My adventures took me to the UK for EROTICON LIVE and to Paris for... other adventures (*wink*)... I will blog and share some of what I was up to-- and other things I will keep for myself. My travels ended up being a journey of self-discovery-- of exploring deep and dark treasures buried in my soul. I am taking time to process my experiences, and when I am ready, I will share some of my stories. In the meantime, I just HAD to join in on F. Leonora Solomon's Friday Flash again!
"At Your Service..."
by Dulce DeVine
I came to a halt at the end of the corridor, pushed my roller luggage to an upright position, and reached out to press the service button. The ornate brass antique frame surrounding the button captured my attention until I noticed the crimson nail polish on my right index finger was already chipped. Sighing, I examined my ruined manicure while I waited for the service elevator to arrive. It took me two attempts to get the gate folded back so that I could step inside, and once in place, I struggled again to close it. Pressing the button for the third floor, I shivered with unease as the main doors groaned shut. I held my breath as the ancient machinery shuddered and lurched to my destination—the concierge had assured me it would be fine, and in any case, it was the only means of getting to my room.
Summoning my strength to heave open the gate once more, I managed to get myself and my belongings out of the elevator and make my way down another winding hallway to my room. It was eerily quiet, and I wondered if there were any other guests staying on my floor. Pulling the key from my pocket, I fumbled to insert it into the keyhole. Who even had keys like this anymore? I was so used to simply waving a card in front of a sensor to unlock hotel room doors—this was quite a novelty. I let myself in, toting my things behind me, and dropped the key on the writing desk just inside the small, but charming suite.
I felt like I had stepped back in time as the décor and furnishings were in keeping with the building’s 19th century history. Built in the mid to late 1800s, the hotel had first been a priory until the 1920s when it was used as a dormitory for an exclusive boarding school for girls. Rumor had it that a series of scandals forced the school to close, and the building fell into disrepair until 1998 when an anonymous philanthropist had the place lavishly restored and turned into a boutique hotel and conference center.
I kicked off my heels and padded barefoot to the bathroom and clawfoot tub where I turned on the faucet and poured in the contents from the bottle of fragrant bubble bath. Using my fingers to comb through my hair, I twirled it into a chignon and secured it with the hair tie wrapped around my wrist. Slowly unbuttoning my blouse, I slid it from my shoulders enjoying the sensation of slowing down after a harried day. I unzipped my skirt, lowered it over my hips, and let it drop and pool around my feet before turning to face the mirror thoughtfully regarding the beautiful, bright coral La Perla set I was wearing. Watching my reflection now, I unclasped my bra, slipped it from my breasts, and smiled at how my nipples hardened. I peeled off my panties, climbed into the frothy bath, and luxuriated in the scent of gardenias as the rich suds welcomed me.
... to be continued...
"At Your Service..."
by Dulce DeVine
I came to a halt at the end of the corridor, pushed my roller luggage to an upright position, and reached out to press the service button. The ornate brass antique frame surrounding the button captured my attention until I noticed the crimson nail polish on my right index finger was already chipped. Sighing, I examined my ruined manicure while I waited for the service elevator to arrive. It took me two attempts to get the gate folded back so that I could step inside, and once in place, I struggled again to close it. Pressing the button for the third floor, I shivered with unease as the main doors groaned shut. I held my breath as the ancient machinery shuddered and lurched to my destination—the concierge had assured me it would be fine, and in any case, it was the only means of getting to my room.
Summoning my strength to heave open the gate once more, I managed to get myself and my belongings out of the elevator and make my way down another winding hallway to my room. It was eerily quiet, and I wondered if there were any other guests staying on my floor. Pulling the key from my pocket, I fumbled to insert it into the keyhole. Who even had keys like this anymore? I was so used to simply waving a card in front of a sensor to unlock hotel room doors—this was quite a novelty. I let myself in, toting my things behind me, and dropped the key on the writing desk just inside the small, but charming suite.
I felt like I had stepped back in time as the décor and furnishings were in keeping with the building’s 19th century history. Built in the mid to late 1800s, the hotel had first been a priory until the 1920s when it was used as a dormitory for an exclusive boarding school for girls. Rumor had it that a series of scandals forced the school to close, and the building fell into disrepair until 1998 when an anonymous philanthropist had the place lavishly restored and turned into a boutique hotel and conference center.
I kicked off my heels and padded barefoot to the bathroom and clawfoot tub where I turned on the faucet and poured in the contents from the bottle of fragrant bubble bath. Using my fingers to comb through my hair, I twirled it into a chignon and secured it with the hair tie wrapped around my wrist. Slowly unbuttoning my blouse, I slid it from my shoulders enjoying the sensation of slowing down after a harried day. I unzipped my skirt, lowered it over my hips, and let it drop and pool around my feet before turning to face the mirror thoughtfully regarding the beautiful, bright coral La Perla set I was wearing. Watching my reflection now, I unclasped my bra, slipped it from my breasts, and smiled at how my nipples hardened. I peeled off my panties, climbed into the frothy bath, and luxuriated in the scent of gardenias as the rich suds welcomed me.
... to be continued...