Sunday, April 11, 2010

Magpie Tale # 9
He was certain it wasn't a dream, every detail was exact and fresh in his mind; the smell of her perfume still in his nostrils, the taste from her glossy chocolate painted lips lingered on the tip of his tongue.
From the bumbling, tongue-tied attempts at conversation when he'd first noticed her sitting beside him at the bar, to the complete and satisfying release from their volcanoes of lust at 3AM when they'd awakened for a second go 'round.
If it was a dream, his imagination was definitely in overdrive like never before.
His ego waning, he raised himself from his bed, looked back and seeing no evidence to confirm that anyone but himself had occupied said bed, he plodded to the bathroom to relieve the mounting pressure in his bladder. Dejected at the prospect that the newly awakened passion, nay, love of his life had only been a dream, he stood in the dark relieving himself and thought, " I even remember her name: Genetta, and she said she worked at the U.S. embassy. How could I have dreamt that?"
Stepping to the sink and flipping on the light, he turned on the water to wash his hands and blinked in disbelief. Thinking, maybe he should slap himself to make sure his was really awake as he stared at the object standing upright on his marble vanity top. Like a turgid reminder of the night's activities, stood the lipstick; the glossy chocolate lipstick whose taste still glazed his own lips.

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Blogger joanny said...

That would have been one hell of a dream that man had -- "volcanoes of lust at 3AM" Good thing that tube of lipstick was there I was beginning to think he had one two many tequila sunrises.
Good one Rel.
This lipstick prompt of Willows sure has put out some very creative takes on this one.


8:27 AM  
Blogger willow said...

What a surprising momento left on the marble vanity! Glad it wasn't a dream, afterall. Earthy, steamy little tale, Rel!

12:50 PM  
Blogger chiccoreal said...

Masters-class work a la Ian Fleming. Spell-binding and cutting-edge terrific best-seller read. Sure is something with that tube of lipstick; the places it goes, man!

12:54 PM  
Blogger Lisa said...

hot hot hot exploding volcanoes at 3:00 AM! Hubba, hubba.... too bad she did not leave her number written on the mirror for him to put him out of his pain. ;-)

3:53 PM  
Blogger KoffeeBean said...

OOH,LA,LA!!!! :) I think I'd like to meet this author!!!

5:11 PM  
Blogger Catalyst said...

Oh, yeah, I was expecting to find her number on the mirror. That happened to me once . . well, something like that. And it was a l-o-n-g time ago!

7:54 PM  
Blogger Berowne said...

I know that hotel. They leave a tube of lipstick in each bathroom!

Jes' kiddin' -- good story.

6:54 AM  
Blogger Brian Miller said...

some dreams do ome true. smiles.

wonderful tale!

9:29 AM  
Blogger PattiKen said...

Oh, my. This sounds like the beginning of a very interesting tale.

10:11 AM  
Blogger SUN DANCE HILL said...

ooo, hot, hot, evocative - very nicely done, great use of the photo prompt.

10:18 AM  
Blogger Star said...

I love the romance in leaving a memento of their evening in the shape of a lipstick. I did that once but it wasn't a lipstick!
Good piece. Well done.

12:09 PM  
Blogger Tumblewords: said...

Love this - the imagery is steamy and the twist superb.

1:04 PM  
Blogger christine said...

Lovely twist at the end. I loved the detailed imagery.


2:50 PM  
Blogger Churlita said...

That was some dream there. I'd probably sleep better if I had dreams like that.

5:26 PM  
Blogger Everyday Goddess said...

great magpie!

9:32 PM  
Blogger Peter Goulding said...

I never have dreams like that anymore.
Great twist!

3:55 AM  
Blogger little hat said...

I really like the grounded earthy style of this story. It's very compelling to read. I was imagining a range of things emerging from that mirror - from a face covered in smudged lipstick to his own image as the lover. Nice one.

7:44 AM  
Blogger Ji said...

best wishes,
true that no one gets what one wants all the time,
but it is never enough, thus count our blessings, and enjoy what you have!

beautiful writing!

11:13 AM  
Blogger steviewren said...

Ha! This phrase "Like a turgid reminder of the night's activities, stood the lipstick" made me grin...writing worthy of the finest romance novel!

5:30 PM  
Blogger Pat transplanted to MN said...

hmmmm quite the dream...lipstick and turgid...was it or wasn't it.??

8:39 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

This sounds like the start of something intriguing. I really want to know what became of her. You set the scene very well. Glad it wasn't a dream!

1:39 AM  

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