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24 June 2006 @ 12:28 pm
It started as Pride, but ended with Lust  
I leaned back at my table in the quaint little sidewalk café. I could smell the River Seine mingled with the scent of the abundant roses that filled the planters up and down the street as well as the wonder smell of freshly baked bread. Paris in the spring was a beautiful thing, and even after so many years it really wasn’t all that different. The buildings were older, more cracks in their bricks and mortar. The cobblestones were patched with cement when anyone bothered to patch them at all, covered with an occasional smear of black grease and oil from the cars that darted through looking for some pedestrian of cyclist to run over.

The coffee I was sipping at was dark and bitter. Mina would have said it reminded her of my heart if she was here. I do miss the old girl now and again. I’m sure she’s quite long in the tooth these days. That is if she hasn’t let her conscience talk her into having someone drive a stake through her heart or cut off her head. Always had too much guilt in her, and that was just a damned shame. We could have had so much fun.

But unlike Mina, I liked to play with my food.

I smiled at the girls at the next table. They were so frightfully young, dressed in clothing that would have been deemed scandalous in my time, and if the one bent over one more time to make sure I could see her cleavage, they’d be deemed scandalous in this century too. I had to remember to thank the gods for the flappers, the go go dancers and the mini skirt. I loved nothing better than letting my eyes linger over a girl’s legs. The anticipation of running my hands over them was almost better than the actual touching.

Pride was my downfall, but it was lust that kept me going. Why else would I need to stay young and handsome? It wasn’t to look at myself in the mirror. It was to charm young lovelies like the trio of debutants who were blushing as I met their eyes. As I drained the last of my cup, I got up leaving a much larger bill than I should to pay, and sauntered over to their table. I was dressed like any young man on the town in dark jeans and a open white button down shirt with a dark tank top beneath it.

“Excuse me ladies,” I said knowing my cut glass accent would have the little American girls in a shiver. “I was wondering if I might take you away from all of this for the rest of the afternoon?”

“Which one of us?” the blonde asked with a blush on her cheekbones that was really quite dear.

“Why all of you dear. I have a lovely townhouse not far from here. I promise you’ll be more than safe,” I winked at her as I tilted her face back rubbing my thumb over her glossy lips. I glanced at the pink gloss that was now staining my thumb and slowly licked it off. “Think of the fun I can have tasting the rest of you. All three of you.”
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wednesday childewedschilde on June 24th, 2006 08:05 pm (UTC)
so very well done. nice.

needs more nekkid :D
Sanguine Pensanguinepen on June 24th, 2006 08:21 pm (UTC)
Re: ah.
thanks muchly - I don't know where he came from, but he wanted a say this month.
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Sanguine Pensanguinepen on June 24th, 2006 08:21 pm (UTC)
thanks hunny. he is one of my favorite bastards.