They reside here, the impeccable households in this impeccable community, proper as tablecloths, predictable as death; monied, old money; they epitomize the grand principles of rarified society.
He has reservation at an exclusively expensive eatery, and Eve has arrived before him, waiting, smiling at his entrance. She looks younger than her forty years; gray hair, and money, attract her. His maturity, unmarred by parochialism or stuffiness, combined with wealth enough to indulge her caprice, hold her to him. Her charm and easy warmth inspire his mischievious joie de vivre. He enjoys the company of this younger woman. He is not impeded by her one thousand an hour fee.
Eve's dress is another he has not seen, a pleasurable surprising, subtly revealing and sumptuosly sensuous, sparking his already turgid libido. Dinner is a banquet of delectable cuisine, old-world ambience, gentle talk, interspersed with lingering, meaningful pauses, and classic wines that charge the crackle of electricity and the impelling tension palpable between them.
Afterwards they leave the restaurant and a quick breathless drive later they arrive at the hotel to consummate the shameful tryst. Their lovemaking is easy, playful; the licentiousness heightens his pleasure and imagination like home never could. As they languish in the afterglow, murmuring quiet words, he thinks of his neighbours, their horror, his and his wife's embarrassment, should secret fantasies be discovered. Ultimately, the excitement of sexual experiment and fantasy override the fear of humiliation.
They rise eventually and dress. He pulls the thousands in fee from his billfold, hands it to her, and she asks, "Same time next week Mr. Winter?"
He answers, " Yes, Eve."
On the drive home, they are glowing.
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Love in all its Colours
Poetrya spectrum of deeply felt personal relationships, of meaningful selflessness and reciprocity "not always pretty not always fun not just for the young"
