Author: rainbowroad99

Float like a butterfly [FM]

Its Friday, a chance to let your hair down. You spend a while on your make up, eyes poppin, lips seducing. Dressing you slip on that cheeky butterfly first, then hold ups and a quite devastating push up bra. Inching up that slinky skirt, slipping on that low cut top. Its time.

You head to the bar, there are a few of you meeting up, but there is one girl in particular you have your sights on. Scanning their faces when you arrive you conceal your disappointment​ that Lauren isn’t there.

Taking a drink you settle at the table chattering away complimenting on latest hair do’s, new dresses and shoes, and the inevitable tales of who’s been fucking who, and exactly how.

You hadn’t noticed the table of guys across the way until the bottle of wine arrived in front of you. Sipping at a glass you feel the bubbles effervesce your spirits. That guy who can’t keep his eyes off you raises his glass as if to chink yours. Read more »

The tale of the merchant and the collector [MF]

The dark cone of Vesuvius began to fix itself into focus, sat upon the verdant descent into the bay of Naples. The boat knocked and creaked in the roll of the waves, it’s voyage nearing completion. Reaching harbour, anchor weighed the crew rallied to the nearest tavern to enjoy the sustenance of fresh victuals, the company of Romans, and of course the elixir of the vine. Half of their appetites sated the deckhands hurried themselves to a whore house, eyes wide at the pornographic frescos that served as a fitting menu, picking out a veritable banquet. The skipper however stayed, intent on the indigenous chatter, he had a cargo of artifacts requiring distribution, and talk of the finest collection of statues in the province piqued his interest.

Collecting together his sample case of wares he made his way along the cobbled stones until he found the villa in question. Happily not only were the windows lit, but he was also afforded admittance through to the large atrium, finding a bubbling fountain in the centre, littered around with statues almost exclusively depicting the male form. Resting a while on the bench the stillness finally broken by the appearance of a statuesque Diana of a lady, hair pinned, robes flowing. She fairly floated to his side, and having accepted a profuse litany of compliments questioned the merchant as to the purpose of his visit. Read more »