Erotik Noir Series: La Femme Rouge 1

it cost me one Russian Red Lipstick....

Running away that is..

I had Met him somehwere in a very Dark Alley, Wearing his Venetian Masquerade ball Personality. and i was enthralled to him, to his charisma. My lips had been his nights attention, the way they smiled, the way they moved. I could tell he was watching, and sure enough i left through the ballrooms glass doors; there he was stealing into the night, following my lips.

Mistress he called out, and i halted, heart beats racing . could this be more than a teasing game?

he edged closer, holding my hand and caressing my palm with his thumb.

Dearest Mistress, know you of a secret place a sin can get lost in?

and i thought of it, of that one place !!

My dungeon......

Take him back?! I did...

La Femme Rouge took him back, Owned him and left with the silence of the moon, with nothing but a message on the antique mirrors.

my Russian red Lipstick wrote on the glittering surfaces : You would be wise to leave
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It cost me the red of my lips.....



Love,

Fearless