La Boheme

We arrived home from the opera last night at around midnight.

I was soft, and lamented that mine were the only hands to feel it.

A gin and tonic before the curtain rose, red wine at first intermission, and creme brule at second intermission coupled with the romance of live drama and I was utterly soft.

I felt like every inch of my hair and skin was fragrant and smooth. Petals.

Pantyhose, silk shirt, wool pencil-line skirt and belted coat atop a curvy heel.

It was a romantic, elegant evening.

I just hope I don't lose my figure before I can enjoy a romantic, elegant evening with a person who enjoys undressing me.