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The Masquerade 7
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The Masquerade 7 Part Seven Having gotten settled on the plush bench seat I sat there, listening to the coachman once more as he clambered up into his appointed seat. I could feel how the carriage shifted as he scaled the ladder and took his seat, he was not a small man, and all of this was so new to me. I was eating up every little detail, every experience my senses could take in. The smell of the interior of the carriage, the smell of the horses. I felt so ultra sensitive to everything about me, almost as if I was tripping balls... but I was not one for taking drugs of any sort! I could hear the horses hooves striking the pavement in their exuberance to be off and moving. Hearing their snorts, and a huff and soft whinnies. Making me giggle as I could just picture them raring to go! I heard and felt the carriage shift as the coachman took up his reins, the snapping of the leather and his voice as he gave them their command. The sounds of hooves moving in unison as the carriage shifted, lurched, and began to roll smoothly. A smile rose as I listened to the sounds of the horses as they moved, slightly muffled by the carriage about me. Taking in the sounds and scents the night had to offer, and as we began our journey, it was only then my gaze began to roam about the cozy cabin I was encapsulated in. Taking in the other bench opposite to me. The walls and the carved wood and the soft glow of the oil lamps inside, much smaller than those on the outside. Their soft amber glow was inviting, soothing and warm. There were actual roses set in bud vases that were mounted on the walls. Off to the side there sat a small bar, which made my brow quip faintly as I saw the bottle that sat in the ice bucket with a note affixed to the neck with a satin ribbon. There was a lazy curl of smoke, caused by adiabatic cooling, that wafted from the bottles mouth, which meant the other coachman must have opened it as I was being lead to the door. I shifted and took the card from the bottle to read it and had to smile. “For you My Lady, please enjoy, and I hope your night goes well.” No signature to be found, yet still it made the smile grow as I took a glass, tilting it I filled it slowly. Watching as the golden elixir within filled the glass, and the stark white head of foam formed. I nestled the bottle back into the ice and sat back to enjoy. I was rather fond of champagne. Taking a sip I enjoyed the coldness of it, and its crisp flavor. Tangy and sweet, letting it loll about on my tongue before swallowing. As I relaxed my gaze shifted to the window, watching the scenery as the carriage bounced softly on its springs. Lulled by the sounds of hooves in motion. As we slipped out of the suburbs and into the woodlands, the street lights became far and few between. Their stark, almost antiseptic glow giving over to the softer light of the moon. As I sipped my bubbly my eyes adjusted to the more natural lighting. The change in the smells, sounds, and the temperature as it dropped slightly. Shifting I sat back and snuggled into the plush embrace of the seat, content to listen to the horses and the other sounds that came to me through the window. The ride seemed long, but I did not care, as I was enjoying how this night was turning out. My glass was drained and then refilled once more. The hoot of an owl, had my gaze slipping back out the window once again. Seeing the ethereal, silvery light of the moon bathing the trees, and grasslands we were passing by. It was then the carriage turned upon a winding road and up on a hill I could see the glow of lights. The soft, sound of music carried across the landscape, so light, barely there and as the carriage drew near the sound slowly grew louder. Hard it was to fight the urge to shift and hang out the window all agape, and gawking like a , as the building in the distance came into focus, and the sounds grew a tad louder. The road, was a long, winding driveway and as we approached I could see other drawn carriages of all types. A stunning sight to behold, it was like glimpsing a scene from the past come to life. I literally squirmed in my seat, as I hefted the glass and drained it without thought, and then I set it back on the bar. A bolt of nervousness rolling through me, as I saw people milling about the front of the house, and over the grounds and you knew there were still others inside. Lots of people! Once more that surge of adrenaline rushed through me and my legs actually quivered beneath the skirts that hid them. The sight of the mansion alone, and then the literal horde of costumed party goers was intimidating to say the least. Here I was about to dive into a literal sea of people... and I was undercover! No one knew who I was, beneath the mask, the makeup, and I loved the thrill of that! I was suddenly jarred from my thoughts as the carriage stopped and the door opened. A soft gasp came from me as I peered out at the tall man with the stunning green gaze. Sheepishly, I took his offered hand as I stood and moved towards and through the small door once more. Stooping to get through, letting him guide me as I stepped down upon the steps. My gown held aloft in one hand and I knew enough leg and those shoes had drawn his gaze. A brow arched as I heard one of the most sensual, manly growls rumble in his broad chest as my feet hit the ground and I let my skirts fall back into place. I still held his hand and I looked up at him, as the color flooded my cheeks once more. Meeting his green gaze. A coy, almost girlish smile caressed my lips and I found myself stammering as I thanked him. My hand slipping from his, almost regretfully so. Weak in the knees I felt, but I stiffened my backside and walked away from him and the carriage, rounding it, only to freeze as I saw the mansion there in all its splendor and all the people. Vivid blue eyes opening wide as I tried to digest the scene before me and before I could bite my tongue... it slipped free.... “Fuck me...!!” To which a deep bout, of rich laughter sprung up from behind me to see him standing there, close enough to hear the inner thoughts, that had sprung wings, and tumbled from my lips in words. I turned in a whirl and whisper of fabric and looked up at him and huffed even as my cheeks turned fifty shades of red. My gaze meeting his as I replied. “That was not an invite mista!” Which only had him laughing more. He was attractive, and getting under my skin, and I was just just so sensitive I could feel those first tingles as they started to spark off in places that hadn't been touched by a man in so long, and here there was a man who was doing it with just the sounds he made! Flustered I kinda just blurted out the first thing that came to mind... “I hope to see you later!” Hands grasping my skirts I turned and fled, with his laughter chasing me. As I went right from the frying pan and straight into the fire! ~~~~~~~ to be continued   |
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Love the transitions in your narrative my lady Bravo ! P
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*Smiles as she sits down for the day and starts to write.* Thank you. 
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