One-A-Day

In her eyes, the inclement weather was particularly propitious . The dark clouds had scared away her impending knell . For today. The swirling masses were irascible , threatening to rain down lightning, should she leave the safety of her home. It regaled her to pick up the telephone and make that call. “I regret that we cannot meet tonight.” She attempted to keep from sounding mordant . “Do you really regret it, miss?” His acumen was exceeded only by his courtesy. “Matthew, of course I do. You know how I await our meetings agog .” She feigned ebbulience , shifting in the span of a breath to something quite the opposite. “Do you dare call my integrity into question? Does your captious mind attack my anguish like a bandog ?” He was quick to respond: “Oh, miss, I do pray I have not offended you. I bathe in virtu , and your beauty is the finest art ever created. It is the oasis in a desert of the most severe aestival heat, and I beg you to allow me a...

At the beginning, she was nothing more than a name on a paycheck. I cannot reliably say how many times Miss Ana Valdis collected her enolument at my mahogany desk. For the longest time, my senses were not attuned to her soft whispers of acknowledgement and downcast eyes. In my nescience , I surrounded myself with gewgaws - women whose physical effulgence served, if only temporarily, to conceal the exiguity of their character. I attracted them with my luxurious lifestyle and we shared every pleasure possible for two travelers whose paths intersect. I never had desire nor need to change my path to fit theirs', finding pleasure in the company of many women seriatim . Upon the dissolution of one such relationship, I sought out a bivouac with one from the same fiber, yet something hindered the alchemy of my anatomy, the thaumaturgy of her thighs.