My posts during April form part of the Blogging from A to Z Challenge. My theme this year is Jazz and I've selected a variety of classics from across the board. I've mixed up the performers a bit though ...
"Hmm, hmm, hmm, da da da dum ..." murmured Marisa under her breath as she cooked steak - rare naturally - and saute potatoes in the kitchen. Chucking a bit of salad into a bowl with a glug of dressing added, everything was ready. Placing a bottle of beautiful ruby red wine and two glasses onto the trolley alongside the corkscrew, she pushed it along the corridor. Stopping to unlock the door, she carried in the meal a bit at a time, placing it on the table which was laid ready for two. Locking the door behind her, she pulled back the curtain singing: "ready or not, here I come ..." to the beautiful young man lying asleep on the satin sheets.
Stirring, he rubbed his eyes and peered at Marisa. "What time is it?" he asked in a plaintive voice. Marisa shrugged "no idea, I just fancied something to eat, et voila!" she swept her hand at the dining table. "Should I dress?" he asked in a tentative voice. "No, those black satin pyjamas are just perfect" purred Marisa.
Sitting at the table and eating the beautifully prepared food, Marisa chattered away. "I've got you some paints you beautiful boy, you can paint me later if you like." His face lit up "What type? Oils? Pastels? Watercolours?" "You'll have to wait and see" smiled Marisa. "Your drawings pleased me very, very much. And you know how I like to be pleased." The boy blushed right to his roots which made Marisa laugh. Yes, in that terribly sexy, throaty way which left the boy simply unable to resist her.
Later, in the kitchen tidying up, Marisa was humming to herself again: "Night and Day, you are the one ..." so pleased was she to have found herself such a wonderfully willing plaything.
© 2017 Debra Carey
Ah ... the Cole Porter classic of all time. Written for the Fred Astaire/Ginger Rogers film 'The Gay Divorcee', it is simply lovely, light and frothy.
Whilst I was singing this, the bloke happened to mention that there's a german term which has no real translation but is somewhat similar to 'Night and Day'. It describes a particular form of torture/control - sensory deprevation - where you keep all signs of the outside world away from your prisioner. That combined with the Temptations performing ... et voila, as they say!
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