Les chaussures rouges!


She couldn’t help it… she was brimming over with excitement! A weekend in Paris was just what they both needed. “This is just what we deserve” she muttered to the silent room as she placed her bag on the end of the bed. The last few weeks had been so busy. Neither of them had been able to simply stop and breathe together as either would have liked.

Unzipping the bag, she started to unpack its contents. She had of course brought many sensible items, she reflected… comfortable boots for all the pavement miles they would cover exploring The City Of Love…. well…. during the times they needed a break from the sumptuous bed that the hotel had perfectly placed in the suite that she had reserved for them.

She grinned as she slowly pulled special items from the bottom of her bag, parcels which she placed on the bedcover. One package was covered in smooth gold tissue, sealed with a sticker and tied in ribbon. She hadn’t wanted to spoil the contents on the journey, so had transported them wrapped. It was only now that she dared to carefully risk them, folding back paper to reveal an ornate silk corset with matching thong. “Definitely not something to be worn for sightseeing outside, more for the sights… and sensations of the hotel room!” she chuckled to herself.

The other bundle she had taken from the deepest inside of the bag was a pair of shoes in their own cotton drawstring bag. Pulling the ribbon loose, she slid one, then the other shoe from the confines and held it aloft. They were brightest red to match the corset, and shone perfectly as the antique lamp’s light bounced off their smoothness. “Ohhh… j’adore ces chaussures rouges!” She declared out-loud.

Looking at the clock she knew she had an hour before he was due to arrive and meet her there. That was plenty of time to bathe and prepare for him, and present herself just as beautifully wrapped as her corset and shoes had been. She hoped she would seem something of a gift to him. Fizzing with excitement she made her preparations.


He walked slowly along the corridor to the room, tired and care-worn from his day. At last he could relax… they could relax together. As the door swung open he couldn’t stop smiling inside as he saw her waiting for him. She languished there on the sheepskin rug, lip caught between her teeth as she grinned up at him, his scarlet silk-clad Love, with fine, heeled shoes to excite.

He closed the door behind him and shrugged off his coat. This was going to be quite some weekend!


Shoes: [Gos] J’Adore Pumps – available at Collabor88

Tabletop plants from Dust Bunny -available at Collabor88

Pose: Gingerfish, Dirty Pretty 4

Hair: Fabia, Dream

Corset and thong: Erratic Valentina

Chair: Apple Fall & An Lar Toile Chair (Cream)

Pillow: ::KKs:: Rappelle toi de Paris – le coussin

Rug: ARIA – Sunday Morning Faux Sheepskin Rug

Picture: Apple Fall Antique Art

Large table: [ zerkalo ] Antique Memories

Books: French Collection from Knick knacks

Small table: [ zerkalo ] True Love – Table

Flowers in black vase: The Loft & Aria – Pilar Floral Arrange

Plates on wall: Floorplan. french plates

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