Lady Lynda and Seymour Toze are deliriously happy for Dan D. and Desiree

Lady Lynda enjoyed her back being massaged by her doting husband. She breathed languidly as she felt the firm pressure of his finger tips upon her tense spine. Her tenseness gradually disappeared. Seymour Toze’s wife gazed at the Victorian style Guardian angel painting on the wall directly opposite her. She noticed was how her wings hovered over the girl and boy and immediately was reminded how protective Toze was of her.

Her gaze at the painting intensified. Her eyes stared at the guardian angel’s wings hovered over the care free children. The woman began to notice there was a missing piece of the wooden bridge. The boy and girl were just past that gap. That’s what made the artwork so enchanting to Lady Lynda. It reminded her of how the little things mean so much to a marriage.

Seymour Toze meanwhile, noticed by the corner of his left eye , Lady Lynda wriggling, jiggling with delight in his strong arms. She moved to a rhythm that she was privy too. Seymour sensed her pleasure wasn’t slowing down any time soon. Toze thought for a moment still massaging his spouse , Lady Lynda suddenly jumped.

Mr Toze slowly inched his way toward those ten delightful pretties. He excitedly pictured himself giving those appendages a good tongue lashing. Seymour’s wife sighed as she imagined his Chi passing through like a dynamic lightning bolt through her Chakras. She thought of how wondrous it was her lovey dovey to tell her of the energy points of one’s spine. How sensual, how energizing and balancing.

“Ah yes, sweet ,bungling Daniel.” Lady Lynda declared. The Texan first introduced as being part of the “World’s Cheapest Freakshow” in that nasty named town in Amish country PA. Before coming to me he complained nobody understood him. I mean literally noone could comprehed a word he said. His accentwas as thick as maple syrup. He was considered a freak because while some Texans talk with strong accents, his was by far the strongest.”

Meanwhil eSeymour pressed down on his wife’s knobby tense spine. She smiled with delight. Toze replied he’d be delighted if he could feast upon her lower pretties sticking out at the end of her feet. Lady Lady replied I remember you lovingly stared at my toes when we first met in swim class in high school. Back then they were on the pudgy side Speaking of pudge I bought some no pudge fudge the other day. ”

“My dear Lady Lynda you’re changing the subject and I strongly suspect deliberately so. Lets not permit any bavardage. That is foolish, nonsensical talk. Can I help it if when I was twelve I observed a girl near my age rub her toes in front of me? She looked so delighted to me. I noticed how she breathed deeply with such happiness. She really….I mean really scratched her toesies. Later she told me it was athlete’s foot but by then that amourous image forever. I never dreamed I’d see such glorious toes until my lucky eyes laid down upon yours.”

“Oh Seymour you sure know how to compliment a lady I love the way you don’t boondoggle”

“Yes I sure do and your well worth it my hunny bunny dearest one. Your middle name of Honey fits you perfectly. You’re as sweet as sugar candy. Oh speaking of candy makes me so hungry. I’d love to feast on your precious tens. I thought you were utterly beautiful the moment I met you that fateful summer high school day”

Lady Lynda quickly turned around and began to observe her husband’s glint in his eyes. She definitely noticed the eagerness in his expression. She hoped he’d remember there was much to her than her toes. Suddenly the couple heard through their window heard some of the lyrics from Starland Vocal Band “Afternoon Delight” Rubbin’ sticks and stones together makes the sparks ingite” “Oh that is so improper. What ever happened to “Dance with me Henry”? Pop music is so distasteful. What ever happened to that delightful music of Lawrence Welk? Yes when there were melodies, harmonies and tasteful lyrics. Tasteful music went gone with the wind with Elvis Pretzel. Such disgusting gyrations. Oh Seymour Please sing to me” ”

“What do you want me to sing my dearest darling Lady Lynda? ” I’d love you to serenade me Sister Rosetta Tharp’s “Rock me in the cradle of our love”https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fzHITt17b5c
“Oh I did so much good for Dan D. I deserve you to serenade me and to hold me tight. Oh you feel so good.”

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About Carol Bond

I, auntiecarol69, am a poetry and prose writer. My comic Novella, CATFISH JOE is on Barnes & Noble.com, Amazon.com & iUniverse.com. I have two other unpublished properties, a book of Noir Poems of Tainted Love, a full length novel (LA GITANA) that is about a Machiavellian 17th century gypsy who becomes courtezan to Louis XIV, the Sun King. I got my degree in English & anthropology. It has been as useful as a bullet to the head. I write The Black Orchid, Wanda Lust a & Auntie Carol. Lynda or Lady Lynda creates the Lady Lynda & Seymour Toze part of the BLOG. A brilliant person and my co-writer, Lynda got her degree in art history. We both try not to get historical (hysterical).
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