Monday, 12 November 2007

Fortune, Honesty & Red Lace


I took the day off work on Friday, something I hardly do on the spur of the moment.


I spent the day milling around Camden; window shopping, snacking etc when I came across a psychic in one of the indoor markets. She was sitting quietly in a corner petting a huge black Labrador. She suddenly looked up at me and smiled. She was quite a young woman, she looked barely 17. A sweet baby face ruined with black lipstick and eyeliner. I smiled back and went to pet the dog.


"£6.42 for your fortune."


Such an odd price. I reached in my pocket for spare change, hoping to show her that I didn't have enough money for the pleasure of a reading. There was £6.42 exactly in pound coins, ten pence pieces and coppers. She smiled and gestured to the chair opposite her. Feeling strangely sick, I sat down and handed her the handful of money....


I decided to wear the red lace for my date with Solicitor that night.


He looked amazing as usual. He greeted me with a lingering kiss before leading me into the kitchen. The breakfast bar was set for a candle lit dinner for two complete with a bottle of red South African wine; Merlot Veenwouden Classic 1997. Very nice!


Solicitor cooks as well as he makes love. I was amazed with the different flavours of every mouthful. Even the wine was a perfect compliment to the meal.


During dinner I asked him about the last time. He looked at me and answered honestly. He told me that he was young and stupid. He felt a strong connection between the two of us and he was afraid that I only felt it because he was my first. He didn't want us to be together if I only thought I felt something. He didn't want to speak to me again because he was afraid we wouldn't be able to say goodbye. We could barely be in each others company without touching or kissing.


I believe him. I might be stupid but I do.


After dinner we kissed our way to the bedroom. Red lace was the right choice! He traced around the outside of the material with his lips while he slowly pulled my underwear aside. He slipped his tongue inside me and took me to levels of pleasure I had never experienced with anyone, even with him.


That night we made love over and over again. And the same the next night. And the same the night after....


17 comments:

Mike said...

Well it looks like you are on the right track, but what did the psychic say. Freaky that she charged exactly what you had.

Kathleen said...

Well, I just want to thank you for bringing on one of my hot flashes.

Now, let me play the Devil's Advocate here. I hate to say it, but I think he's telling you what you want to hear. Maybe, that's why you're not telling us what the fortune-teller told you. Hmmm?

Poetikat
(interesting pic considering the description of events)

Mr R Rabbit said...

Sounds like you've had a busy few days.

And what did the psychic say? That change thing is an old magician's trick, not necessarily anything supernatural.

Belle said...

Thanks, Elise! Sounds like you have about as much fun as I do!
~Belle

Elise said...

You don't think he's genuine? Kathleen, you always bring me back to earth. I'm confused again!

I'll tell you what the psychic said in my next blog... well some of it anyway x

moooooog35 said...

I had a psychic once tell me that I was going to die in a motorcycle crash.

..that lawsuit is still pending...what a bitch.

Not sure what this has to do with a guy pulling your red panties off, but thought I'd mention it.

PB&Junk said...

I agree, Ireally want to know what the psychic said. Guess I'll hav to wait.......

Ess47 said...

Hi Elise, greetings from a fellow Englander,

My dear, you have such an interesting life! Can't wait for the next episode ...

Love the blog, love the pictures.

Ess47

Baba Doodlius said...

Hubba-hubba.

Excuse me, I have to be alone with this blog for a few minutes...

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Michelle Hix said...

Elise

Hope this isn't too unsolicited...but I think he's being dishonest about the first time. I believe that he was young and stupid...as we all were at one time right? But he should have stayed with that thought and told you that he was young and stupid and that he did a stupid thing. He should have just admitted it. He didn't have to create some tragic "I couldn't say goodbye"...although that is more fun to believe. I've totally been here...this is all too familiar. And although I don't presume to know his current intentions, I think he's not quite comfortable enough to just set the record straight and call it what it is so I'd be careful...have fun...but be careful. The dinner sounded wonderful and I think he's off to a good start with being a gentleman in that area.

Getty72 said...

Mmmmmm, such beautiful words.... and the way you chose not to tell the reader what the fortune-teller said was simply thrilling, leaving us to wonder what the forecast was to be.....

I truly look forward to reading more of your posts.

Take care ~ Graham

roentarre said...

So sensual and natural. Seemly coming directly from your own experience.

The message seems to be a lust of youthfulness. Wild and passionate. Never looking back.

What a wonderful writing!

Linda and her Surroundings said...

You are a wascally wabbit who is being chased by a fox.

You better run - or he may eat you up.

Oh, er, it appears he already has...

Compelling reading. Just be careful and ensure your brain comes up for a breather now and then.

Cocaine Princess said...

Yo got to tell me, what did the psychic say? Or are you going to keep it a secret? I think you should keep it a secret, I know I would.
I love your comment about Senor Bling, I hope he is shitting. As far as I know I don't think Valentina's daddy will do anything drastic. Time will tell I suppose. Take Care.
XOXOXOXO,
Cocaine Princess

Keriam said...

I am definitely living vicariously thru you right now. Sorry, I've missed you too. I have been completely wrapped up in work. I love having a couple of posts of yours to catch up on. Eating chocolat chip cookies and reading your blog....
What could be better?

Adam said...

I am away for a week with work, nothing overly eventful, come back read your diary, which makes me feel naughty already but soon realize how desperately i need to spice up my own life!
I begin frantically searching for my little black book as i cork a bottle of red!