Thread: The Mistress in Red. (283 words) Let me know what you think.

She came to me wearing a red dress, and a pair of stilettos, with her hair up in a bun. I knew I had to be dreaming, because my wife wasn’t looking for me, and my mother wasn’t here to gossip about me. Would I go along with this little nymph, and take what she had to give me? I crossed my arms and continued to watch the show. You bet, I’m going to let her do whatever she wants, and I won’t stop her for anything. Nothing was more blood-pumping than a woman wearing a red dress, and stilettos. She was some kind of goddess sent to give me pleasure, and I was a man that was going through tough times with his wife.


Before I knew it, she was walking towards me in a slow motion shaking her hips along the way. The swinging was somehow hypnotizing to me, and I wanted her on my lap. Bad. She stopped in her tracks and gave me a motion, telling me to get up. I obeyed and got out of my chair, my heart was pounding to a beat that wasn’t familiar to me, but I wasn’t scared. Standing up and comparing heights, she was at least six inches taller than me, and had the legs to prove it. Soon she was standing in front of me, with her lips puckered.


She bent over and gave me a kiss on the cheek, as she faded away like the early morning fog giving way to a new day. I woke from this dream to find my wife sitting on my lap with a knife pointed at my chest. She had a look of pure hatred in her eyes, and I had a feeling it had to do with the perfume I put on by mistake...

I laughed when he woke up to find his wife on his lap...

I think that was my favorite part to write.