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Small Business Thursday
A little shameless self-promotion. Conspiracy Arts is an etsy shop featuring one-of-a-kind gifts and geek needs.
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Seasonal Story Time
From "Savor" collected in Candle in the Dark
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The foyer gave way to a large open sitting parlor. Black, shiny leather cushions covered one wall. A matching black leather banquette stretched across the same length of the room. Small glass tables were placed every couple of feet and were accented with the same red halogen lights as in the foyer. The lights cast streaks of deep reds and soft pinks across the black leather, tables, and floor. The ceiling was made from the same arching brushed metal panels that highlighted the entrance. A man dressed in a black tuxedo, as if he were playing Santa Claus and had forgotten to dress for the part, stood motionless between a large Christmas tree and a set of black doors.
“Please, have a seat.” Luis motioned with his hand. “Are you ready to see your options?”
I looked at Luis then down to my hands that lay fidgeting in my lap. My eyes drifted toward the direction of the front door. At that moment, I didn't know if I could go through with it. The thought of leaving entered my mind. I took a deep breath to calm my anxieties, trying to decide what I should do as my mind drifted briefly back to Greg. I saw him in my mind as plain as if he had been sitting right next to me, instead of Luis. He smiled and nodded at me.
“Yes, I'm ready.” The words tumbled from my lips before I could stop them.
“Excellent.” Luis paused for a moment then nodded his head in the direction of the tall, silent man. The tuxedoed Santa Claus nodded in return, and then reached out and opened the door.
A man walked into the room wearing a burgundy tuxedo and a beautiful smile across his face. He carried a silver tray with a small cup in the center of it. As he approached me, he dropped down to one knee and took my hand in his.
“Hello, Patrick. I'm Lorenzo.” He brought my hand to his lips and kissed it. His lips were warm and soft as they caressed my skin. His deep voice was heavy with an Italian accent. He was slightly taller than me, perhaps five foot eleven. His thick, black hair was cut high up the sides and back, leaving curly spikes along the top. His jaw was shaded with salt and pepper whiskers. The scent of his body surrounded me, toying with my loneliness. His breath was sweet and pungent as he spoke.
“I want you to put down all your fears and worries for tonight. If you select me, the only thing that will matter will be your complete satisfaction. I've made for you my very special holiday drink to warm your soul and your heart. Drink it and feel the passion burst from within.”
He held the cup up to my lips and tipped it. The warm liquid poured into my mouth, filling me with a blend of cream, almonds, and cinnamon. I let it slide down my throat as he tipped the cup again offering me more of his sweet, thick liquid. He pulled the cup away from my lips a little too soon. ”Oh, I am so sorry, let me get that for you.” He reached up and ran his finger across my lips. His eyes never left mine as he slipped his finger into his mouth. It was obvious that he was enjoying the flavor of his drink and my lips. “I must go now, but I hope to see you in my dining room this evening.” As Lorenzo walked out of sight, in came my next choice. The two men nodded to each other as they passed.
Small Business Thursday
A little shameless self-promotion. Conspiracy Arts is an etsy shop featuring one-of-a-kind gifts and geek needs.
Merry moods
Seasonal Story Time
From "Savor" collected in Candle in the Dark
Amazon
Square ebook
Square paperback
The foyer gave way to a large open sitting parlor. Black, shiny leather cushions covered one wall. A matching black leather banquette stretched across the same length of the room. Small glass tables were placed every couple of feet and were accented with the same red halogen lights as in the foyer. The lights cast streaks of deep reds and soft pinks across the black leather, tables, and floor. The ceiling was made from the same arching brushed metal panels that highlighted the entrance. A man dressed in a black tuxedo, as if he were playing Santa Claus and had forgotten to dress for the part, stood motionless between a large Christmas tree and a set of black doors.
“Please, have a seat.” Luis motioned with his hand. “Are you ready to see your options?”
I looked at Luis then down to my hands that lay fidgeting in my lap. My eyes drifted toward the direction of the front door. At that moment, I didn't know if I could go through with it. The thought of leaving entered my mind. I took a deep breath to calm my anxieties, trying to decide what I should do as my mind drifted briefly back to Greg. I saw him in my mind as plain as if he had been sitting right next to me, instead of Luis. He smiled and nodded at me.
“Yes, I'm ready.” The words tumbled from my lips before I could stop them.
“Excellent.” Luis paused for a moment then nodded his head in the direction of the tall, silent man. The tuxedoed Santa Claus nodded in return, and then reached out and opened the door.
A man walked into the room wearing a burgundy tuxedo and a beautiful smile across his face. He carried a silver tray with a small cup in the center of it. As he approached me, he dropped down to one knee and took my hand in his.
“Hello, Patrick. I'm Lorenzo.” He brought my hand to his lips and kissed it. His lips were warm and soft as they caressed my skin. His deep voice was heavy with an Italian accent. He was slightly taller than me, perhaps five foot eleven. His thick, black hair was cut high up the sides and back, leaving curly spikes along the top. His jaw was shaded with salt and pepper whiskers. The scent of his body surrounded me, toying with my loneliness. His breath was sweet and pungent as he spoke.
“I want you to put down all your fears and worries for tonight. If you select me, the only thing that will matter will be your complete satisfaction. I've made for you my very special holiday drink to warm your soul and your heart. Drink it and feel the passion burst from within.”
He held the cup up to my lips and tipped it. The warm liquid poured into my mouth, filling me with a blend of cream, almonds, and cinnamon. I let it slide down my throat as he tipped the cup again offering me more of his sweet, thick liquid. He pulled the cup away from my lips a little too soon. ”Oh, I am so sorry, let me get that for you.” He reached up and ran his finger across my lips. His eyes never left mine as he slipped his finger into his mouth. It was obvious that he was enjoying the flavor of his drink and my lips. “I must go now, but I hope to see you in my dining room this evening.” As Lorenzo walked out of sight, in came my next choice. The two men nodded to each other as they passed.