As I pondered the blog topic for today, I let myself drift back in time to a special Sunday in May.
A Sunday memory made possible by the man of my wildest and most passionate dreams. Not a bit of breeze or cloud in the sky. A lush lawn and weeping willows. Birds serenaded us from the branches. Underneath one of the trees he’d scattered orchid petals and formed a heart. Although we’d fed each other bites of grilled filet, buttery baked potato and tossed garden salad, and sipped champagne, he asked me to close my eyes while he prepared our dessert. His footfall was cushioned by the blades of grass. I lolled inside the floral heart, my pulse pounding and body tingling. He returned after a short while, gently kissed my closed eyelids and tapped my mouth with something cold and metallic. A spoon, or so my curious tongue discovered. I peeked. He wore a wide grin, and his brown eyes flashed a familiar message. His left hand held a dish inside of which he’d created a mouthwatering sundae. Four large scoops of chocolate ice cream, each dripping with fudge sauce, wearing dollops of whipped cream and crowned with a cherry. He lay down beside me, and we took turns spoon-feeding each other. Laughing when some of the dessert trickled onto our chins. Wasn’t long before two of the frozen peaks disappeared and we rested the spoons in the pool of melted cream at the bottom of the dish. I lay on my back and closed my eyes again. At his request I opened my mouth, and he squeezed maraschino cherry juice over my lips and tongue. His kiss came faster than I could clean off the sweet stickiness and not only took away the cherry juice but also my breath. After that sneaky and sexy trick, I kept my eyes open wide. He reached behind the tree and brought forward the champagne bucket, now filled with a can of whipped topping. He sprayed a ring of cream around my mouth. Without looking away, he dunked the can into the ice bucket and pressed his lips against mine. Hot. Sweet. His tongue and mouth spreading and sharing the topping and another deep kiss. We embraced but not before he grabbed the can and started shaking it. I’ll never forget his next words—“You’d better get ready, because this dessert is far from over.”
He wasn’t kidding.
Ah, the sundaes of which fantasies are made and brought to life. Romantic moments and memories such as this one are part of the reason I enjoy writing romance fiction. After all, the love of a wonderful man can make all the difference in a woman’s life.
Wishing you all many happy reading—and romantic—moments,
Shawna Moore
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Sounds like hot, yummy fun, Shawna! I might have to try that sometime. :)
Love that picture, Shawna! Cute. :)
Mmmm...I have a strange craving for an ice cream sundae... :)
Hi, Nicole!
Somehow, even though the temperature outdoors was only around seventy that particular Sunday, the heat was definitely on :)
A dessert and day to remember :)
Happy week wishes,
Shawna
Hi, Terry!
Much like the hero in the picture, our faces probably had chocolate and whipped cream smooch prints all over LOL A fun and romantic day to be sure :)
Happy week wishes,
Shawna
Hi, Natasha!
You could say my guy and I tried satisfying various cravings that particular Sunday--one of them being ice cream :)
Happy week wishes,
Shawna
I'm with Natasha! Craving me some ice cream now! ;-)
I've definitely tried whipped cream in an "unusual" places before - thanks for the memory!
Hi, Anne!
I've always had a fondness for ice cream--and handsome men :)
Happy week wishes,
Shawna
Carol,
Fond memories make the worst day so much better :) They are priceless!
Glad you were able to relive one of yours :)
Happy week wishes,
Shawna
Romance and passion should both be present in a healthy relationship. There are many ways to maintain them, that no one should be ashamed of.