Thursday, September 30, 2010

Prior to My Arrival...

My evening of dancing, libations and decadence started a little before I made it to Willow Manor.  Clive Owen my date for the evening showed up a little early and he was not even dressed. He was carrying his tuxedo in a garment bag. I was actually in the tub when he arrived.  Apparently, he sweet talked my maid Martha into letting him in. Now normally Martha would not have any of it, as she is like a mother to me and very protective of my honor.  It was quite scandalous because he bribed her so she relented.
Martha posing for a photograph

The look he gave her before he bribed her with that chocolate.

He gave her the Kinschildt’s Madeleine he intended for me. Shameless as she can be at times, she popped that entire creamy truffle right into her greedy gullet and said with a mouthful of chocolate, “Won’t you please come in Mr. Owen, Miss is preparing for this evening’s festivities.”  He batted he gorgeous eyes at her and said, “Perfect and oh Martha would you please prepare us a pitcher of martini’s and bring them on up.”
“Yes Sir.”
Knipschildt's Madeleine
"The Madeleine contains a creamy truffle ganache made from French Valrhona Chocolate blended with fresh cream infused with vanilla pods and pure Italian truffle oil."


It is shameless what a tart Martha is when it come to fine chocolate. Martha being Russian and all she was accustom to taking what she could get when she could get it. You know cold war and all. Scruples be damned.


Before I was even aware of his presence, he slipped into my boudoir and lite all the candles. Earlier in the day he surprised me by sending over gorgeous white roses, twelve dozen to be exact. Martha arranged them beautifully in vases and spread them out in strategic locations in my sleeping chamber, dressing room and bathroom. The fragrance was simply divine. One of the vases he handed back to Martha when she delivered the martinis. He had removed all of the petals and placed them all over my bed. Martha was a gassed by his flagrant display of our impending faire l’amour but said nothing of it because she could still taste my creamy truffle and was willing to over look a little indiscretion.


Meanwhile, I soaking in my secret mixture of fragrance, made especially for my service, I lift my leg into the air examining its readiness for this evening’s promenade.  At that very moment Clive popped his head in and said, “Gorgeous, every square inch of you, is absolutely gorgeous.”
Startled by his intrusion I gasp, “Clive you devil, you are such a bad boy, when I leave this tub I will have to discipline you.”
“Well, I certainly hope that you intend to affect the harshest of punishments, as I have not even begun to ration all of my dastardly deeds on your person.”


“I will certainly be mindful of this when I am handing out your sentence.” And with that I stood up.  Suds and scent were dripping from my fair but lightly bronzed skin. He gently wrapped a thick luscious Egyptian cotton bath sheet around my body and lifted me. He carried all one hundred and twenty pounds of my five foot six inch frame to the bed.  His insatiate mouth engulfed mine the entire time. Our breathing and bodies became entwined. The wand of light flooded us and the animal was deeply disturbed, wavering with each full wet kiss. We fell into a world of savory love cushioned by the deliciousness of all those petals.
Now being the kind of girl that I am I pushed him back and said, “No not before the evening has begun, we don’t want to be late.”

So we readied ourselves in the finest attire and off we went, invitation in hand.

19 comments:

ninotaziz said...

Wow, you could resist all that 'steaminess' just for the Manor Baall? Well, hurry up then, Kristen.

I am almost leaving.

It was the grandest ever!

Margaret Bednar said...

Clive Owen... I will have to "Google" him for sure as I have never heard of him!!! I think he will soon become my favorite "bad" boy! Such romance and before the evening even started. I wouldn't mind exchanging partners for a dance... Patrick Swayze is a mover, you know, and I could do with a nice slow dance.

Kristen Haskell said...

Well now that is just fine but I must warn you he is simply handsy.

Blue Sky Dreaming said...

You do weave a fine story! Easily leave your audience breathless...see you at the Manor Ball!

signed...bkm said...

I am glad you told him no so you will not be late..bkm

willow said...

I think I would do absolutely anything for Clive Owen, if he was hand feeding me chocolates!

Margaret, you're kidding, right?!

Kristen Haskell said...

Resisting him is so damn hard. But you know how it is one thing leads to another and before you know we missed the whole ball. He does have the finest taste in jewelry.

Helen said...

I can't conceive of getting anything past Maid Martha! Though chocolates work most of the time I suppose. Clive Owen is one dreamy guy ... lucky you!

PS ... I did not miss Jude one little bit, when Sienna Miller called during the Ball I watched him duck out the back door. Celebrities!

Rob-bear said...

If he gets out of hand, I can deal with him the same way as I did with Eastwood (on behalf of Amanda). A Bear cuff on the side of the head straightens out a lot of things (including some men's thinking). I do hope you have a wonderful time at Willow' Ball.

Kristen Haskell said...

Helen you looked lovely. I over heard Jude mention you several times.

Rob-Bear I do hope you will saw a dance for me. I will keep in mind what you said about Clive he is a devil and still needs punishing.

Margaret Bednar said...

Well, this is why it is important to GET OUT of the house at least once a year. I Googled your smoldering hot "accessory" and I have added quite a few movies to my NetFlix Que. Now aren't you ladies jealous that I get to experience him for the first time with over ten movies at my disposal. Well, that is, maybe I will be experiencing him for the second time - what with the way he is holding me out here on the dance floor! Oh my!

Kristen Haskell said...

Oh Margaret he is such a bad boy. My favorite is croupier but really there is not a film that I don't like because he is just that dreamy.

Rob-bear said...

Save a dance for you? Absolutely!

Just to warn you, though; when was the last time a big Bear stepped on your toes?

Kristen Haskell said...

Well Rob Bear how about I just step on your toes and you can take me around the floor?

Rob-bear said...

Deal! You stand on my toes and we'll wheel around the floor!

Say, I've heard of a dance called a Fox Run, or Fox Walk or something like that. Do you know how that's done? Could you teach me? Please?

Kristen Haskell said...

Fox Trot and oh yes daaaling I will be happy to teach you.

Yoli said...

Clive oh my I would let him get away with "everything."

Carrie Burtt said...

Kristen so glad we bumped into each other at the ball...you looked simply fabulous...i hope Clive knows how lucky he! :-)

Jingle said...

what a gifted tale.