A Touch Of Crimson, Part 1

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: General Erotica  |  House: Booksiesilk Classic Group


The house was imposing behind a wrought iron fence and ivy. Made of stone and wood on a cul-de-sac dating to the early 19th century. Now boarded up as if the house was sleeping. I could almost hear the weeping from inside The gabled windows above, looked down as if eyes watching. Three steps up, three steps down.
 
Churning of the wind like a tempest at my back. Placing my satchel down, I gave three taps with the brass knocker. The door opened, with a shadow of pale, like a fiddlestick screeching on a wooden violin.
 
Looking down at a dwarf dressed as a hermit, covered in soot, I enquired. "Might you still have an apartment to let?"
 
He was deaf and dumb for he grasped my sleeve. Leading me to the music room where a Steinway grand played. Mastered by lovely fingers. In my mind, she was the epitome, of the desirous woman. Her skin an egg white with a touch of crimson mascara with a small beauty mark. I was to become her Gunga Din. A better man than what lay in the garden.
 
As I sat and watched she played Bach with her dexterous fingers. She was transforming into costumes with different faces as if a ghost inside. I wavered but did collapse with fainting. It's was my lack of sleep or in need of a meal.
 
Soon escorted to my chambers by the dwarf I noticed the chill for the first time. There was even a frost covering the wood panel of the door. The paint on the walls was peeling and cobwebs were strung from the ceiling to floor. The dwarf returned soon with a tray of stew, hard bread, and water to wash it all down.


Submitted: July 03, 2021

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