Constrained by prim and proper Englishness
she giggles (nervously) as slowly he unzips her dress
and unclips her conforming comfort bra.
In love with this, his heady scent his luscious kiss,
she wonders how far to let him go,
throwing caution to the wind.
De at dVerse has us writing a quadrille (44 words) containing the world Giggle and above is my offering.
It is a true story based on a holiday I shared with my mother and aunt when I was sixteen or seventeen, I can’t quite remember which. We holidayed at St Goarshausen, a delightful town located on the left shore of the
It was here I had my first holiday romance, in fact my first ever ‘boyfriend’ and learnt of that that is love. And love him I did. Peter was about 6’6” and very muscular, sporting a shock of blond hair. Jeez, the heady scent of his aftershave was pure bliss, sending me to seventh heaven - I probably loved this heady aroma as much as I loved him.
Did I throw caution to the wind? In the end No – the bra was re clipped and the dress rezipped. He appeared to accept this and we continued our dates and how thrilled I was when he asked for my address before mum aunt and me left for
Of course he never wrote, and I cried myself to sleep for weeks as dreams of marriage and a shock of blond kinder dissipated with each day that past. So it was that I had made the right decision on that wonderful night we walked along the banks of the
Rhine. (I still
remember his face – I guess you do with your first love…)
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