Eloise Le Blue and the morning after... (part 10)

Up at the crack of dawn…

lets say around 8am, Eloise was cruising around the house, singing at the top of her lungs… what a wicked game you play, to make me feel this way… the cats love it when she sings and they were winding their way around her legs, as she filled up the kettle at the filter on the sink. Etta was purring up a storm, and Elvira was crooning along with her as she put the kettle on. She was up early and excited about the day to come, she couldn’t wait to get her mitts dirty.

Eloise had convinced Elvis to accompany her in her latest adventure, so she was making brekkie for them both, and the girls. She had the bacon and flat chips on, had the tomatoes and mushrooms ready to go, followed by the eggs along with some rye toast. We’ll be needing some stamina for this job, she thought to herself, and every girl knows the way to a guys stomach is through his mouth…

What a wicked thing to do, to let me dream of you… as she served up the breakfast and carried the plates back to the rumpled bed, then returned with two cups of tea. Elvis stood the pillows up against the headboard and they tucked in, to their recovery munch.

By 9am they were in the shower, fighting for space and water…who ever said this was meant to be romantic…now dressed and ready, she was looking to her camera equipment for the shoot. How exciting…

They arrived at the mansion around 10.10am, and the Barracuda was nowhere to be seen, so Eloise pushed the button and they waited, inhaling the pungent scent of the jasmine. Eden appeared at the door, she was looking a little dishevelled this morning, and she smiled a lazy smile and waved them into the foyer, where Eloise introduced Elvis.

Eden motioned for them to follow her back to the sitting room that Eloise had visited last night, and as she walked ahead of them, she ran her fingers through her long dark hair. Once in the room, she motioned toward the couch and went to a coffee pot that was sitting on the armoire. Coffee? They both answered white with none, thanks in unison.

She poured three cups of coffee, added milk from the bar fridge to all three, then added two heaped teaspoons of sugar to one cup only, and stirred. Obviously Eden was a little down on her energy this morning…She passed them their cups then turned back to the mirror in the armoire. She puckered her lips and her visitors sat, watching her expertly apply her lipstick in one quick motion of her practiced hand. Her lips were blood red, and they complemented her pale complexion. She really was a beautiful woman, even for this time of the morning and following the party of the night before.

Eloise couldn’t take her eyes off her sumptuous mouth, she was mesmerized by her pouting lips, wondering what they’d been up to, as words poured forth in a symphony of morning tributes. Elvis looked at Eloise sharply, and she managed to snap herself out of her luscious reverie, Eden’s mouth looked like a red butterfly fluttering past the armoire.

It seems the party had been a smash, and the last guests had only just left, with Eden dragging on some clothes and ushering them out, not more than 20 minutes before Eloise arrived. Needless to say the sheets were still warm from the night of love…

Eden gave them the run of the place for 90 minutes to take their photographs, in the interest of furthering the cause for budding artists. What an inspiring woman she was, filled with a passion for love and life…and obviously adventure…

Once they’d finished their coffee, they hit the ground running, and went in to each of the bedrooms one by one. There were eight bedrooms in all, all sparsely furnished, with a king sized bed in the centre of the room, clothed in white, a mirrored wall and ceiling and shag piled carpet on the floor. Obviously the rooms were built for speed and comfort. A discarded black bra lay crazily across the unmade bed in one room, the twisted sheets strewn half on, half off the bed, there were fanned hand marks on the mirrored wall.

Another bedroom had a huge rubber dildo laying on the bed, same rumpled sheets, and a lipstick lying on the carpet. Bedroom after bedroom told the same story, of loved in chaos, and remnants of clothing forgotten in the rush to depart. Eloise photographed it all, the dildos, the condoms, the KY, the hand prints, the smudge marks, the lipstick kissed sheets, she felt it told the story, and that the black and white format added to the mystique of the setting.

There was a used condom on the shag pile on the way to the bathroom, where the in ground spa bath was still bubbling away merrily, surrounded in champagne glasses and overflowing ashtrays…no need for political correctness here. In another large room there were only cushions and bean bags, and these were pushed into all sorts of weird shapes and formations, like an origami convention. It was here that Eloise started to giggle, and as she looked over at Elvis she noticed his lip curl whenever he spotted another stray dildo… perhaps it was penis envy, I mean some of those honkers were ginormous!…hahahahahaha.

What a wicked thing to say you never felt this way… they went into another room and this one had a one way mirror in it, looking into another room, which had a strange looking swing hanging from the ceiling in the centre of the room. Here was where one could watch others enjoying themselves on the couples swing… what a wicked thing to do, to make me dream of you…

They had to go around the corridor further to find the door to the room with the swing…it was like no swing they had ever seen, it could tilt in any direction and was built for maximum impact…

She looked at Elvis and smiled, her partner in crime…his faced broke into his crooked smile, she snapped his picture as a final snap and walked to the door singing and I wanna fall in love, no I wanna fall in love, with you…

© wildwomenlove short stories

Eloise Le Blue and the morning after... (part 10)


ADELAIDE, Australia

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Eloise Le Blue is my blue haired girl, who sashays her way through life and it’s many foibles…and you gotta love that…

and Cathal, you said I want to see how you describe photographs of post coital mayhem and Edenmania ! No getting off the hook now is there ! :) and here it is…

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