Thursday, March 17, 2011

Lady of the Night




Lady of the Night

She dreamed about him again last night, woke up tingling and wet. She stared at the ceiling for a long time. Not because she couldn’t go back to sleep, but because when she closed her eyes, all she could see was his face; those ebony eyes, the lascivious grin. And when her eyes closed for too long, she was swept back into the other world, where it was just the two of them, twined as one. Soft and hard, fast and slow, again and again.

Her eyes snapped open, blood thundered in her ears. She could still feel his hands on her, exploring, possessing. She pressed a palm against her forehead, willed her breathing to slow.

It shamed her that she felt no remorse for her wanton nocturnal behaviour while reality lay beside her.


7 comments:

Spook The Scribbler said...

Oooh, I love the gorgeous sensual descriptions here! And that last line is brilliantly vague - is it the one she dreams of that's there, or someone else .... I love it!

Monica Manning said...

@Spook: Who should it be?

jaerose said...

I love your fearlessness..I guess we are all 'The Lady of The Night' and there is always some 'reality' beside us..you are so concise and confident with your words..definitely gives it a sense of permanence and timelessness..all good things in the writerly world (or so I'm told)..Jae :)

glnroz said...

your style,,,well, such style...

Deborah said...

Ooh indeed, concise and confident as Jae said, and simply brilliant!

Monica Manning said...

@Jae: Thanks JR! I admire your work so much. It's truly a compliment to receive praise from you!

@glnroz: *blush* Thanks, glnroz!

@Deborah: I'm waiting for my husband to ask if that was autobiographical!

Rob-bear said...

OH; gutsy writing, indeed.

The shame of no remorse. Interesting thought to follow.