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A Bath With A Belle
By La Belle Rouge Poetess Of The Heart
Monday, October 08, 2007

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At The Full Moon....



Art "Moonlight And Lace"
By Robert Wesley


A Bath With A Belle
By
La Belle Rouge




It has basically been a wasted day, no deer ventured close enough for my arrows and I only managed to kill a couple of rabbits, which I gutted and skinned before throwing them into the bed of the pickup and starting out of the old logging road. My hands are bloody and I had drank all the water in the canteen. Maybe I’ll find a stream or a spring to wash them in, if not, there is that old plantation house that I passed earlier. Maybe there is a well. It’s already dark and with my headlights turned off, I enjoy the drive down the winding road with only the moonlight to guide my way. It’s as quiet as death, the only sounds being the engine and my tires on the dirt road along with an occasional howl of a dog in the distance. Shivers run up and down my spine as I pass by a small and neglected cemetery, stones falling down with age. It must have been the family cemetery of the nearby plantation.

As I slow down to make a curve, suddenly there the old house appears in a grove of magnolias, still standing tall and stately in the silver moonlight. It’s front Corinthian columns covered in English ivy and the heavy, oak front door slightly ajar. There is no well in the front lawn and I am not too anxious to try the back, it looks a little overgrown and there is no telling what creatures of the night might be lying in wait.

Maybe there is one of those hand pumped sinks or tubs inside, besides I have always wanted to see the inside of that old place, now is as good a time as any.


Is that a light in the upstairs window, almost like the flickering of candles!

After parking the truck a short distance away, I walk cautiously up the front veranda stairs and through the doors into another world. The place seems to be somewhat intact, the architecture stunning and the draperies of the finest heavy velvet. Might as well make an adventure of it and see the upstairs as well.

Oh My God, what was that?

I halt and gasp as something runs across the toe of my boots then sigh with relief when with my flashlight I spot a big rat staring at me from the corner. With determination I climb the stairs and though a door is completely open to on the right of the hallway I choose to push open the door on the left.

Amazing! There are candles on the bureau and window sill, a sink with a hand pump and out of the corner of my eye I spot a tub of water already drawn, I can even see that the water is hot, with steam rising from it, and that in itself is an enigma. Oh well, may as well make use of it.



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I drop the dress and all the constricting under things. I have always loved the natural feeling of being naked, free and unencumbered, just as God made me. I light the candles that adorn the bureau and window sill then slowly settling into the claw foot tub scented with my favorite French milled rose soap, I breathe a sigh of comfort. Oh there is nothing like a hot bath to drive the coldness from the bones and enliven the spirit.

“Ahh that’s more like it,” I sigh as the hot water covers my chilled bareness. No need to bolt the bath chamber door, there’s no one here but me.

Seems I can never get warm enough lately. It’s always cold, so annoyingly cold. It must be the drafty walls, so ancient and definitely in need of some repair. Of course, not having a man around to get these little odd jobs done makes it almost impossible to keep the mansion in good repair.

Settling in for a long, leisurely soak with eyes closed I find myself humming one of my favorite piano concertos softly but then suddenly….what was that noise? There it is again!

Opening my eyes wide and sitting bolt upright, I see the door open slightly and then fully. My heartbeat increases with fright and then…..a man steps into my bath chamber, a tall man, dressed oddly in a type of blue colored breeches I’ve never seen and a thick plaid shirt of some sort. I can make out the interesting outline of hard chest and arm muscles beneath it. His hair is almost black and longish with a smattering of gray and he has a rugged beauty of face and form that warms me more than the hot bath water. His hands are large, masculine, calloused and…..Oh God, his hands are bloody! What horrible crime has he committed and what is he doing here in my house?

He steps to the basin and washes the blood away then turns to face the tub…and me.

I see the surprise in his eyes as they open widely to take in the view of the tub already filled with water. His eyes are darkly mysterious, deep-chocolate pools of smoldering sensuality. Yes… he has surely seen the naked lady waiting in the tub, her red hair piled on top of her head, her almond-shaped, jade eyes watching him with undisguised lust as the fullness of her breasts unashamedly peek out at him just above the water level. I can feel my nipples harden as I watch him in silent anticipation.

Will he stain his murderous hands with my blood? I think I could die happy, if only he makes passionate love to me first!

I watch in heated fascination and desire, as he unlaces and pulls off his heavy boots and socks, strips the plaid shirt away from his tanned, hard-muscled torso and throws it casually across my vanity chair. My breath comes in labored sighs as the breeches, with some strange opening mechanism in the fly, are dropped to the floor followed by his undergarment, revealing legs as sturdy as pillars of Hercules, a symmetrical bag of two rounded jewels and a manhood of incredibly generous proportions framed by a lush bush of dark hair.

Oh it’s been so long since I’ve enjoyed the pleasure of a man’s body and had him ravish mine. I can hardly wait for him to step into the tub.

He is an Adonis and standing near enough to awaken with a touch. My hand reaches out almost involuntarily and surrounds the end of his beautiful staff, my thumb moving slowly, tenderly, across the head. A deep sigh escapes his throat and immediately I feel his manhood stiffen and pulsate under my gentle persuasion; the warm, sticky wetness begins to seep out over my fingers. I am sitting in water but I know that if I wasn’t my own juices of desire would be trickling down my thighs.

Stepping into the tub he begins to sit…almost on top of me. I slide forward to give him room so that we sit facing each other, my legs opened and stretched out on top of his. His eyes are closed as he lays his head back against the side of the tub and I find it strange indeed that they are not staring, taking in the bare beauty displayed before them. Maybe he is one of those slow lovers, taking his time, savoring every moment, bringing passion to it’s fullest expression. Maybe he wants to tease me a little, to enflame my desire or perhaps he just wants some feminine pampering before enjoying the delights of my body.

I slide forward and with long slender nails I trace the lines of his rugged face and then his neck and shoulders. My fingertips and nails move sensuously against the muscles of his chest, playing against his hardened nipples in maddening circular caresses, followed by little nips of my teeth, kisses from my lips, lingering licks from my tongue. Once again his deep sigh drifts up into the steamy, candlelit evening air.

Sitting on his lap and wrapping my arms around his neck my lips find his and press against them with a deep, fiery kiss as I slip my tongue inside his sweet tasting mouth and feel his tongue moving against it. My breasts are pressed hard against his chest and I move them from side to side as I feel the tickle of hair against them and delight in giving him the sensation of pebble hard nipples playfully inviting him to possess them. Oh he feels so good, the warm flesh against mine his sweat slick between our upper bodies warming me as I haven‘t been in so long. My womanhood is opened enough to feel the hardness of his shaft pressed between its outer lips as his hips begin to move in small thrusts against me.

Rising up further in the water I press a breast against his mouth as it opens to welcome and caress the fully erect nipple. His eyes are still closed but even in the dim candlelight I can tell his skin is blushed and his breathing becomes shallow. With my hand I reach between his thighs and caress his well hardened manhood. It throbs at my touch and a moan escapes his lips as my hand moves up and down firmly.

I’d like to enjoy more of this delicious foreplay and I have a feeling he would sit here in the tub with me all evening relishing each touch of my hands and mouth but it’s been too long since I felt the hardness of a man inside me. I can wait no longer and after lifting my hips up slightly and holding his staff in one hand, I guide it into place then sitting down slowly on his lap, take all of it deep inside me. As I begin slowly to rock back and forth, his hips move in rhythm with mine and as the tempo increases our cries of pleasure fill the night. His hardness driven ever deeper…deeper into the depths of my need. I ‘m hot, so hot… for the first time in so long. My blood coursing like a river of lava through my veins as we sail together on wings of pleasure over that last star on the horizon. My scream unites with his loud roar as I feel the heat of his love spilled like liquid fire within me.

He settles back contentedly against the rim of the tub while I lean forward and rest my head on his broad shoulder. Neither of us seem in any hurry to end this bath of passion but eventually he rises out of the water and I watch in admiration, the ripple of his muscles the tightness of his derriere before covered by his clothing.

What a man, how can I keep him here with me, or at least persuade him to return?

His back is toward me and as he walks out of the bath chamber, I am aghast at a man who would take such pleasure from a woman without so much as a adieu or a backward glance! I follow him out into the hallway and then into my bedroom door, directly across from the bath chamber, the door is ajar and he walks in. There on the bed lies the remains of a woman, skeletal now, dressed in a blue silk dressing gown. A shriveled magnolia blossom still evident behind her ear adorning the mane of her red hair. I can only watch and listen as he speaks to her.

“Oh poor Sweet Belle, was it you that honored me tonight? I’ll be back….soon, I promise, when the moon is full again. Until then, goodbye.”

He lifts his hand to his lips and blows a kiss toward the bed and then he walks out of the room and down the stairs as I watch helplessly from the top landing.

Now I live for the full moon, or should I say I live only on the full moon.


©10-11-2004 La Belle Rouge
    


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Reviewed by Kathleen McDonald 10/14/2008
A truly wonderful write. So much passion and loved the twist at the end.
hugs
Kathy
Reviewed by Poetess of The Soul Sheila G 10/9/2007
2004! and this touched DEEPLY, what a sensual journey you lusciously took us on Belle!
Thank you for opening up your chambers this Halloween Eve! for us to love and perceive~
The Full Moon is where our creativity comes from, is my SURE opinion~!
Love your heart and mind my friend!
Warm love and Warmer hugs, Warrior Goddess Purple Sheeeoox

STay Positive! HAPPY and STrong!
Reviewed by Walt Hardester 10/9/2007
A tale interwoven with reality and eunearthly fantasy, from the pen of a master st such things.

Walt
Reviewed by Georg Mateos 10/9/2007
My fireplace was cold and dark, but you came and lighted a roaring fire in it...thanks and...to the next full moon.
Georg
Reviewed by Ann Scarborough 10/8/2007
Oh Sissy, this is wonderful! Truly wonderful!!!
Annie
Reviewed by Felix Perry 10/8/2007
Well well La Belle this echoes with the lovely ghosts of the deep South. As Halloween approaches this write is defiantely right on target, with just enough doses of eeriness, sensuality, and romance this one is definately a ten out of ten.

hugs
Fee
Reviewed by Chuck Keller 10/8/2007
Another glimpse into your incredibly sensual, amazing talent.
Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner 10/8/2007
Wow, this is an effectively penned invitation! Well done, La Belle, I need a cold chower!

(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Reviewed by Amber Moonstone 10/8/2007
Belle,
This was a very sensual story, I want to take a hot bath now, and see what happens...lol.
Very amazing visuals and you took me right into your bath chambers. I love this!
Way to go, continue please...
Peace, Love, and Light,
Amber "V"
Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado 10/8/2007
Excellent tale, perfect for the Hallowe'en season! Very well done, Belle; brava!

(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
Reviewed by Charles O'Connor III 10/8/2007
The perspective on which you formed this tale is very good and your details are nicely put. This tale is obviously romantic with a little bit of horror. And you added in a few surprises such as the blood on his hands. Nicely done.
Take a look at my new story, pay no attention to grammar because it is unedited, "An Occurrence One Evening" it is a story for my new anthology. Tell me what you think be it good or bad.

I loved your story and hope to read more,

Charles D. O'Connor III
Reviewed by Lewis Findley 10/8/2007
Know who that sound like Hun? Sound like your old man. [Cheatin N Hog huntin with ole Ted Nugent aint what its cracked up to be now is it?] ;)

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