The Freaky Deaky Yummy Playground

[clit_licker30]

I like it better when your boobs are on top of me

 

[Guest]

Oh that is an awful way to feel.

Good morning to you though.

Morning......
Feel better now!! heh

 

[LovetoGiveRoses]

Do you want to hear the story now or do you want to get some rest first. I can be back around 9am your time if you'd prefer.

Did it go all right with you "being in charge" last night. I was pleased for you that you got the chance.

 

[Guest]

yes, went fine... i've done it before so was all goody...

u can do the story whenever i'm ready tho..

 

[LovetoGiveRoses]

K.

Here you go. This one had more dialog that the others. It has to do with a meeting.

The Art Show

"The Art Show opens today, and tonight's the first ball of the season" chimed my little brother Laurent from the dressing room at the far end of the parlor. "All of Paris will be there" he added a moment later.

"Laurent, I don't want to go the academy art show, there's a group of new style painters that are opening their own show, that's the one that I want to go to" I retorted. "They are using a new style that concentrates on the elements of light and style and not trying to portray everything as it clearly seen day in and day out. They use different brush strokes than the 'old fashion' painters."

 

[LovetoGiveRoses]

<Laurent leans his head in from the other room to look at me to see if I’m serious>

"Pierre, you can't be serious, I heard that it was positively scandalous."

"Laurent, it's new and exciting, does the thought of a bare bosom scare you when its not attached to some fat cherub?" I say with a chuckle.

"Well, Pierre, I don't really care about the art too much anyway, it's the dance that I'm looking forward to".

"Alors, Laurent, the dance will certainly be the best part of the evening".

 

[LovetoGiveRoses]

"Pierre, do you think that we'll see the Parlange sisters there? Young Suzette has captured my heart"

"I don't know Laurent, though I will agree that she's a gifted and attractive young lady"

"And what of you big brother, is there none that you have your eyes on?"

"No, my days of romance are behind me, I shall be happy to be your servant and confidante tonight. I'll go call the carriage around front, hurry up will you." <Sending a servant to bring around the small horse and carriage>.

 

[LovetoGiveRoses]

<Laurent joints Pierre in the carriage a few minutes later and they set off for the exhibit>

"Brother, you must listen to me, your days of romance cannot be over, you must put the past behind you. You're still young, you're certainly handsome, you are my brother after all <chuckles> and all of Paris is yours to take. It is springtime in Paris, if this can't get you in the mood for romance, nothing will."

"Thanks Laurent, for the words of confidence, but I’m not ready to enter that life again, I haven't the patience for the parlour tours, cajoling with the old matrons for a glimpse of their daughters and talking of nothing of substance for days on end. There are better things to do. I'd have more fun hammering railroad spikes with my forehead. "

 

[LovetoGiveRoses]

<Reaching behind him Laurent brings out a box> "Here you go Pierre, wear this anyway. <Handing him a rose and a pin for adding to his Tuxedo and busying himself putting one on himself>

"Where did you get these Laurent?"

"From your garden in Giverney, where else do you think I'd go?" <Laughing> "I brought them up yesterday and kept them cool so they'd be fresh today, there aren't many roses out at this time of the year. People already know you as the rose man, it is appropo."

 

[LovetoGiveRoses]

<Arriving at the exhibition and stepping out of the carriage>

<To the driver> "We'll be back here in one and a half hours" <don't go far off in case we want to depart early>

"Look at them Pierre, they're positively baudy, we shouldn't be here"

"Laurent, lighten up, be daring. There's more to life than the headlong rush into Suzette Parlange's arms, especially when her mother is such a formidable barrier". <chuckles> "Look at the bright colors, the bold brushstrokes, these painters have imagination, a joie de verve that you don't see in the stodgy old academy paintings. I'm going to buy some, this is marvelous."

 

[LovetoGiveRoses]

"Pierre, this has no interest for me, I'd prefer to go ahead to the dance."

"That's fine my impetuous little brother, I'll meet you over there in another hours. I hope you find her. Send the carriage back after you get there, would you? Thanks".

<Wandering around the exhibition> Pierre Auguste Renior I read from the little card. "Your use of colors is marvelous Monsieur, I compliment you. My name is Pierre Montrose".

"Merci, Monsieur, my name is Pierre Renior" he answers

 

[LovetoGiveRoses]

Is the dialog hard to follow? I didn't "call-out" who was speaking specifically, tried to work the names in so it was clear.

 

[Guest]

Is the dialog hard to follow? I didn't "call-out" who was speaking specifically, tried to work the names in so it was clear.

No i'm following it..

 

[LovetoGiveRoses]

Crashed loading a picture. BRB. Rebooting other computer.

 

[LovetoGiveRoses]

<looking at painting>

 

[LovetoGiveRoses]

<Melissa's Grand Entrance>

As I was about to ask him a question about this radical new style, a young lady approaches him accompanied by an older woman. She is dressed very elegantly and the older woman is dressed well, but not so well as she. Her hair is a deep brown with little hints of lighter color in it and her eyes are riveting. They're a deep brown color also and clear as fresh fallen snow forming a striking contrast between the deep rich brown of her iris and the clear white of the rest of her eyes. Her skin is a little darker than Parisian women, almost Greek or Italian in appearance, though her cheeks are still rosy. It is the style for the women of Paris to stay out of the sun as much as possible, to keep a pale, painted look. This lady looks as if she cares not a wit for the prevailing fashions or customs. But she carries it all off with style, vigor and confidence, a woman of character and substance I'd wager.

 

[LovetoGiveRoses]

As I'm daydreaming, I catch myself just as Monsieur Renior turns to me and says "This is Monsieur Montrose, Monsieur Montrose, this is Miss Melissa Jacquard from the United States and her guardian Miss Jasmine James"

 

[LovetoGiveRoses]

<What kind of voice was that?> lol.

"Merci, enchante ladies" I say with a quick bow. "How do you like the exhibition?" She looks at me with a quizzical look and I understand immediately and repeat the question in English.

She replies in a voice soft as an angel, almost childlike,"I find the bright colors and the use of light exhilarating, it makes me feel like I'm standing in a garden full of flowers and warm sunshine. It makes me feel pleasant and I particularly like the work of Monsieur Renior. I reckon I should buy one or two."

 

[LovetoGiveRoses]

She has a strange accent for English, I have never heard this word "Reckon", but it is no bother. "I will purchase one or two tonight as well I think".

 

[LovetoGiveRoses]

We talked about each of the paintings and Monsieur Renoir told us about each, where he painted them, what he was thinking and what went into his choice of colors. He waived his arms and told great stories. After an hour and a half we were all fast friends. Miss Jacquard and I each picked two smaller paintings and had them wrapped. While Monsieur Renoir was having the paintings wrapped, I said "My brother is over at the dance already, would you consider joining us over there?"

Without a look at her guardian, she agreed immediately. I called out to Monsieur Renior…"We are going to the dance, are you going to join us?"

 

[LovetoGiveRoses]

He came out from the back room smiling "I would be most pleased to join you, but my wife would not approve of such a thing I'm afraid. So you are going to go to the dance together? Bien, that's good. Would you indulge an old artist for a moment, would you pretend to dance here for a moment?"

 

[LovetoGiveRoses]

It was a most strange request, I looked at Miss Jacquard and she seemed agreeable to it so I nodded and reached for her hand. Her hand was thin and dainty. As my hand drew closer, everything seemed to move at a speed far slower than most moments. I watched as her hand raised and came closer to mine. All my concentration was focused on those few small nerves at the end of my fingers as they drew closer to hers. My eyes were centered on the spot where we were to touch. Each of her fingers were long, thin and elegant, her nails prepared perfectly, and her skin on the back of her hand clear and full. That first touch of her fingers to mine was heavenly. They were soft and warm. An amazing amount of information can be exchanged in a touch between a man and woman. In that first touch she gave me trust, she gave me a start to affection, she let me know she was a passionate woman, and she let me know she was bold. Her touch was like a short poem; concise, musical and heartfelt.

 

[LovetoGiveRoses]

I took her into my arms and we danced to the imaginary music for a moment. We stopped to do a pose for Monsieur Renior with her back to him and my standing facing the artist, but with my face to the opposite side of her head. I laughed a little and said to Monsieur Renior, "Is this your next masterpiece Monsieur?" We all laughed a little with that and Monsieur Renoir waved au revior to us and ducked back behind the screen.

 

[LovetoGiveRoses]

<Nice little German Model?> lol.

I offered my arm to Miss Jacquard and we made our way out front. "You may ride with me if you please" I mentioned to both. My carriage was right out front. Miss James waved as we drew near the carriage and their carriage drew up also. It was a nice little German model. "You may load the packages (pictures) and follow us" she instructed to the driver.

 

[LovetoGiveRoses]

In the carriage ride over we talked without break. I found out that she was had lived most of her life in Tennessee, but had recently moved to California. California had gained worldwide fame as a wild place just a few years earlier from the gold rush and the wild adventures to be had there as written by many well known authors. But Miss Jacquard was from the southern part of the state that was rather sparsely populated and heavily Spanish still. She was taking a tour of the world as part of her "education" and had been to London and Normandy, Mount St. Michel, already. Her father was a well traveled Doctor and had insisted that she take this trip. She was old enough to make the trip, being well beyond the normal marrying age for the period, but too young to travel by herself which is why Miss James was along, more of a traveling companion, and not as a servant, though Miss James was expected to be of some service by imparting some of the wisdom of her advanced age to Miss Jaquard. The ride was short, but we hardly noticed the elapsed time due to the lively conversations we had.