Fumbling hand

​”It is not a hand I see fumbling to take advantage of my lilly white flesh ” she said as her eye caught mine in my recently purchased mirror, as I in truth had my hand just doing just that …”oh no it is not is it  the fury of a  tempest of outrageous passion that might sully my flesh  as so written in the many novellas of Barbara Cartland? …I was a little wary and loosened my grip on the aforementioned lilly white flesh ..”which one exactly? “I enquired and suggested she return her delightful corpulence to a long chemise draped across a recently purchased chaise longue ….lighting the room with an incandescent light blub I revealed in the lowlight an extensive collection of pot boilers by the same said authoress….It was clear to the young woman that my fumbling was well informed by this writer of international repute …..The evening progressed well and there was no mention of Richard Chamberlain

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About mauricewoconnell

Maurice OConnell is a Creative based in Cornwall concentrating on Writing and Unique theatrical appearances.. He continues to imagine a world twice as exciting and dangerous than it could possibly ever be View all posts by mauricewoconnell

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