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(The Present)
I sighed happily. This was a wonderful city. I was happy to be back, happier than I had ever been in all my centuries. A pair of warm arms circled me and drew me back against a broad chest.
"Remembering aren't you?"
I smiled and snuggled back against the firm body that held me. "A bit." I tipped my head back to look into the sparkling eyes of my husband Mike. "And pretty good memories, but nothing like the ones that I will have from this trip."
Still holding me, Mike lowered his head and kissed me. Then he scooped me up in his arms and carried me back into our bedroom. What happened after that is no one's business but ours. Unless some one was peeking from the top of the Eiffel Tower. That man of mine NEVER remembers to close doors.
(The End)
- COMMENTS
virusmanover 5 years agoThis is the first of your stories I have read and I am very pleasantly surprised to find a writer who writes about vampires in such an intelligent and sympathetic way. It is also wonderful to come across a writer who loves Paris as much as I do. The pervasive sexuality of this story indeed made it a dish for the gourmet and I believe that in you I have found someone who will provide me with a feast to satiate my erotic desires in a most delicious way.
Anonymousalmost 6 years agoLove the stories
Is there a preferred chronology ?
Mike@leighandmikeharper.com
Dotrice1over 15 years agoIncroyable, mon peu cheri. The quintessential tete rouge. You know my thoughts about certain aspects though =).
