Courtesan Stillness Deliquesce (melt) Neon Enunciate Palpitant (uneasy) Ironic Peach Lingerie Thigh Scrutiny Ache
I first met Denise after she had been recommended to me as a courtesan of the highest quality and hideously expensive as well.
My first sight of her at the top of the staircase of Madam Trousseau’s Bordello was fixating to say the least. I felt that if I stood and stared too long the deliquesce that would occur would result in my becoming a soggy mess upon Madam Trousseau’s expensive parquetry floor.
Denise had that look that you could never get enough of. Legs that were more than her thighs, which looked rich, and ever so inviting and stretched from her feet and disappeared under the most beautiful red velvet dress I had ever laid eyes on. The slit on the right leg, stretched up to her hip, making you salivate, amongst other things, with expectation.
It was the stillness about her that drew you ever closer. The eyes that penetrated you and were fixed on your own taking from you any power you thought you might have had in her presence.
You wanted nothing more than to scrutinise this woman.
Was she in fact real or some dressed mannequin Madam had at the top of the stairs to entice you and immediately have you a drooling fool as your animal instincts lusted after her.
Madam was well aware of the palpitant nature of my present state. I looked at Madam, who smiled benevolently at me aware of the irony of the situation, as I had always prided myself in being able to deal with any situation I found myself in. As a frequent visitor to such Bordellos I had learned over the years the correct etiquette for occasions such as this. At least I thought I did.
It was clear my shuffling feet made it plain that Denise had moved me in ways no other woman had. For the first time ever I found it difficult to enunciate my words, to make clear what I was wanting.
I bumbled something inarticulate about a peach lingerie and saw a smile flicker across Denise’s lips. Her eyes then darted to Madam’s face who politely nodded and then suggested I climb the stairs and let Denise work her magic on me.
I knew that she was far more than an object of beauty. The ache in my groin screamed at me that she wouldn’t need to work too much magic to have me where she wanted me.
I was skilled at negotiating the necessary arrangements and with little hesitation parted with the required plastic cash that would enable me to deliquesce with pleasure at the hands of this divine woman.
Taking my hand she led me to a room at the back of the Madam’s establishment. As I entered the room I couldn’t help but notice the neon sign outside the room flashing the name of Madam Trousseau’s Private Hotel, there was a blinking of one tube within the sign as if struggling to keep up, I hoped not a palpitant sign of what was to come.
Written for: http://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2014/09/08/wordle-25/
Morpethroad 
What a woman! Excellent work with the prompt Michael there is a lot of allure and mystery in the character of Denise
Thank you Yves, it was the shape of the wordle that pointed me in that direction.
Well you’ve done an excellent job, the shape is rather suggestive haha
I had an image of a femme fatale at first.
The femme fatale is a very interesting character to work with
maybe next time.
Perhaps the prompt tomorrow might offer than possibility ,-)
I look forward to it.
I look forward to seeing what you come up with!
You saucy beast! The last lines made my smile. Mild erotica, without being too explicit, well written and fast too!
Thank you Jenny. You didn’t think I had it in me did you.
Oh no quite the opposite – smiles
Great ending Michael! It brings a finality to the whole episode akin to a ‘happily ever after’ sort of ending!
Hank
Thank you Hank, I enjoy what comes from the wordle each week.
” I couldn’t help but notice the neon sign outside the room flashing the name of Madam Trousseau’s Private Hotel, there was a blinking of one tube within the sign as if struggling to keep up, I hoped not a palpitant sign of what was to come. ”
*snort* … I can’t stop chuckling at this — absolutely delightful ending to your tale Michael …. it just has me in stitches.
I love a reader with a sense of humour. Thanks Pat for dropping by. Have a good day.
Oh my dear Michael … we see there are depths to your writing we’ve never yet explored … what a creature you’ve described to us .. what a vision and what a challenge to your poor besotted character … I must say though I snickered and giggled quite a bit … and was hoping for the poor lad that she was a real woman and not a wax doll 🙂
Ha Georgia it’s all in the imagination. Thank you for that comment, wax doll? What an intriguing observation.
LOL … not really Madame Toussaud’s wax museum is famous and Madame Trousseau brought that to mind.
WHOA!
RIGHTON!!!
😀