Another Red Dress club post for your entertainment. Ã‚Â This week’s prompt asked us to write a piece – fiction or non-fiction – in which we or our character take a detour. Ã‚Â I think you’ll enjoy this work of, um, fiction. YES, it’s fiction. AHEM.
Seated in the dark restaurant, words slowly started to fall from their lips as they found their comfort level with each other.
Plates came and went. Glasses were filled and refilled. The heat was palpable. Not one to play coy, Mandy reached out to rub his leg with her foot, feeling silly and sexy.
And what is that? Is someone feeling a little bold? You wouldnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t be anxious to leave, would you?
Teasing her, Ethan ordered a couple more glasses of wine.
Mmmm, Ethan this tiramisu is delicious, you sure you donÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t want a bite? Mandy let her lips linger on the spoon, savoring the sweet smoothness of the dessert. Two can play this game, she thought.
Throwing a few bills on the table, Ethan pulled the giggling Mandy from her seat, out of the restaurant and up the street to her apartment.
Before she could get through the door, Ethan was all over her, kissing her neck, unbuttoning her shirt. Laughing at his impatience, Mandy pulled him inside, wrestling a hand free to secure the lock. They stumbled toward the bedroom, drunk on wine and desire.
Mandy shimmied out of her offensive jeans as Ethan pulled her on his lap, continuing his assault on her neck with his lips. Hands were everywhere, hair being pulled, limbs being pushed aside, each of them trying to position the other in order to make their move.
Ethan was able to grasp both of MandyÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s wrists and with a twist, turned her over his knee. Before she could gather her wits, she felt the sting of EthanÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s hand across her ass.
Ow! What the…OW.
More slaps came in quick succession. Mandy started to writhe and fight.
His voice snapped Mandy out of her fear. Chortling and snorting, yet trying to hold back the snickers, she shook and wiggled in his lap.
Stop squirming, you ornery woman!
Uncontrollable laughter sent Mandy to the floor.
Frustrated by her giggling, desperate to find the heat again, Ethan pulled her back on to his lap to kiss away the laughter.
Mandy, this giggling of yours is only going to make it hurt more. YouÃ¢â‚¬â„¢re not a naughty girl, now are you?
More laughter, more trying to stifle the laughter.
Mandy was curious where this turn in their sex life may take them, amazed by her usually staid partner and surprised at the excitement stirring within her. Reaching up to kiss Ethan, she assured him she would play along and threw herself back over his lap, with a shake of her backside.
As always, concrit and adoration is welcome. I hope you enjoyed this as much as I did. And thank you CDG of Move Over Mary Poppins for your influence!