




🍷 As the golden sun dipped just below the horizon, she lifted her glass up to her lips, taking a long sip of Beaujolais. She tasted tart cherry, black currant...bubblegum. Secretly hoping that she was being watched by the neighbor lounging just across the narrow valley, she smiled a soft smile, and ever so slowly began spinning in a circle, carefully unbuttoning the clasps down her red dress. The silky fabric opened wider and wider as she spun, the sleeves falling just below her collarbone. She stopped spinning, and took another drink of wine. She parted her lips, wetting them with her tongue and biting down softly, reveling in the show she was putting on for this voyeur on the veranda. Face flushed, her head grew dizzy. She sighed in contentment, feeling the wind nip her skin, and the wine rush through her. She lifted up her dress, quivering... More later, xx