"She sat and waited for her order to be expedited. It was one of those DIY stores, where one could buy whatever ones heart may desire. She smiled to herself, looking around.
It was a store where men felt at home and women felt capable and knowledgeable about maintenance and building repairs around the home...all of a sudden having a desire to do a course or two...maybe plumbing, maybe an electrical course. Those stores knew to have that kind of affect on one.
Even she was contemplating something as silly as putting together a painting crew and creating a sideline business to earn a bit of extra monies.

And as the men stood around chatting about this and that, her mind began to wonder.

How different each man looked. Many not her cup of tea but, they were somebodies cup of tea, and that somebody, would kill any other woman who dared to imagine to even make eyes at their man.

She was sitting on a pile of cement bags, just at the entrance of the depot, unaware of the interesting picture she painted. In her lost state of thought, her demeanour was a restful one, the face was soft, the eyes were dreamy, the body relaxed.

Her attire was an extension of that casual air. A pair of jeans and a plain tshirt. Hair quite messy and face clean of make-up. In fact, she hadn't even washed it that morning but, had immediately applied herself to finishing painting the wall in the hope of getting it done by morning, and then beginning the mural.
Unfortunately, she ran out of paint and thus the visit to the store.

Unaware of the glances she was getting and the attention she was drawing, she sat lost in her imagination. The scene played itself out

She wasn't a stranger to sharing company of gentlemen, a sensual creature who found pleasure in teasing and pleasing the opposite sex. There wasn't a he in her life and she didn't feel she needed one. Well. Not at present...in fact, it had been a long time since she had desired the blessing of a fulfilling relationship.
So to allow her thoughts to wonder and ponder on how she would potentially indulge in one of the gentlemen in the store, was not a strange concept to her.

And thus, she picked her prey.

He was quite an ordinary looking guy. An older guy. Looked like a bookworm or manage or director of some sort. She liked that sort.
She liked to imagine that they were so stuck into their work that they had no idea as to an erotic state of mind or a woman who was prepared to play sensual games where many things would go....sensual and seductively playful of course.
She liked the idea of introducing them to concepts new, introducing them to a new reality. Her pleasure lay in how they would get lost in her and in that surrender how they knew to draw her, into them.

This man looked lean.
Maybe a runner.
Shoulders slightly hunched.
Hair greying.
Soft spoken.
Eyes blue and droopy.
She giggled.
His face looked like a forlorn puppies face.
Not a tall guy.
She was sure she was taller than him.

There was a sex appeal about his quietness and she wondered how innocent he may be. He must have felt that somebody was looking at him for, all of a sudden he glanced her way. It was a casual glance.
But, as he looked a way, he held her gaze just that little bit longer than necessary and she felt as if an electric bolt had ripped through her body.
In an instant her eyes became very focused and her body tightened causing her to nearly slip off the cement bags. A strong hand reached out and caught her flailing hand as she tried to stop herself from falling....she grabbed it and steadied herself on her feet, looking up to thank her Samaritan.
A pleasant strong face smiled at her and queried if she was OK.

"Gorgeous girl. Misbehaving again?" said a soft voice from behind her.
It was her prey.
Confused.
And not sure how to respond,
she kept silent and simply smiled back at him.
The two men shared a light joked, laughed and her Samaritan left.
"Thank you." she said, instantly feeling silly for she realised he, her 'prey', had done nothing to deserve that sentiment.

"How do i put this...." he said. She found it difficult to look into his eyes. Those soft puppy eyes were burrowing into her brain.
Sultry pools of lust.
" You were staring at me...would it be presumptuous to ask you out for a cup of coffee?"

"Coffee?" she said. Her lips burning to be kissed by him, her eyes telling even more than his.

"If i gave you my address, would you be trusting enough to come and visit me....i feel as if you are eating at my thoughts. You driving me insane and i don't care that i don't know you

"What if i told you i would have approached u anyway and asked if i may visit

"Then i shall see u tonight...say 8pm?"...and he gave her his business card.

She stood stunned.... he simply walked away. Her prey had just turned the cards on her and she had this funny feeling that in fact things were not the way they seemed and maybe this bookworm was going to be the exception to the rule." RB.


...all i can tell u is that 'still waters DO run deep'...good night beautiful creatures and pen your own tale as u fall asleep...kiss u ever so close. x

well written , but can you do 360 pages , that is always the question

On 2021-11-13 22:46:56 wild_one said:
well written , but can you do 360 pages , that is always the question

...I would say telling a tale from start to finish in less that a page...with the beginning , middle and end...and to get the message across...is quite a feat too...wouldn't u say?

To write a novel is another feat all together as in application too....and the answer is yes. GRIN.

But I don't think the purple pages are for long prose and novels never ending...the same as John Milton isn't either :))