I am fairly certain my Kindle gave me all the Sherlock stuff for free. After spending half my life hearing that name I finally decided to check it out like ten years ago.
Generally does not disappoint. The twists tend to actually be twists because they rely on information dispensed after. Only a few have twists that seemed fairly predictable, and in at least one case only because I had specific, period-appropriate knowledge of a relevant topic.
9/10 if only because I dislike giving perfect scores.
Considering these are about yours truly, your main-squeeze, your hot potato, I feel I speak with some authority 😏. These are perfection, each one more enticing and titillating than the last. My favorite is the “in thrall” part, and a perfect example of how I feel in your presence. Couldn’t be prouder of your sharing your poetry in public! Finally others get to see it too :) but that’s all they get to see - don’t get crazy. No OF accounts please…
Gloria, Gloria. Gloria. I wish I had a piece of chocolate cake that delicious!
Earlier this week on PBS I saw a show about a designrer whose whole family sewed.
For custom work he would start with an exact modeling of the body shape, make a corset with hidden zipper, and then use yards of different colors of silk to fasten to the corset. Fascinating designs, had studied architecture before moving to his passion.
I, too, am pulled to chocolate cake. In Las Vegas, there’s a place—a restaurant—noted for this cake, its architecture is of twenty layers, not layers but slivers, precise, thin as secrets. Each sliver rich, drowning in its own darkness, a chocolate so profound it might be from an underground river. And the icing—it shames candy, all candy, the kind you thought you loved until now. Its texture—velvety, it clings, it envelops. And somewhere in this opulence, unexpectedly, a hint, just a wisp of chrysanthemum. As if the flower itself wandered into the cake and forgot the way out, leaving behind just a trace of its perfume, a ghost-like note dancing on the complexity of flavors. This is not mere eating. It’s an unraveling, each bite a revelation, like peeling back layers of an old, sweet story. It’s sex on a fork, this indulgence, a symphony of flavors that seduces with each forkful, leaving a longing for more.
Eat your heart out, "A Study in Scarlet."
I want to read that!
I am fairly certain my Kindle gave me all the Sherlock stuff for free. After spending half my life hearing that name I finally decided to check it out like ten years ago.
Generally does not disappoint. The twists tend to actually be twists because they rely on information dispensed after. Only a few have twists that seemed fairly predictable, and in at least one case only because I had specific, period-appropriate knowledge of a relevant topic.
9/10 if only because I dislike giving perfect scores.
Thank you!
Wickedly seductive. Love it!
“Wickedly” is such a delicious word.
Very captivating read
Considering these are about yours truly, your main-squeeze, your hot potato, I feel I speak with some authority 😏. These are perfection, each one more enticing and titillating than the last. My favorite is the “in thrall” part, and a perfect example of how I feel in your presence. Couldn’t be prouder of your sharing your poetry in public! Finally others get to see it too :) but that’s all they get to see - don’t get crazy. No OF accounts please…
Whatever you say, Darling. **rolls eyes*.*
Excellent, I’m glad I took my blood pressure medicine before reading.
LOL. You are a charmer!
Beautiful and evocative. I love this.
Chris! Thank you.
Excellent
😘
I do now lol that is beautiful
Just think of them as being that lifetime British gift that keeping on giving. 😘
Holy shit, Gloria....!!!😈
Yes, please.
Okey Dokey!!
I think Substack needs to add a "Wow!" button. 😉
*laughing*
I thought of Ruby Tuesday when I saw the title.
Fascinating! That fits so well.
... "that might just surrender everything."
I think that is what we all long for.
Thank you!! 🌸👏
I think so, too.
Oh mother may I ??
Yes, dear! LOL
Gloria, Gloria. Gloria. I wish I had a piece of chocolate cake that delicious!
Earlier this week on PBS I saw a show about a designrer whose whole family sewed.
For custom work he would start with an exact modeling of the body shape, make a corset with hidden zipper, and then use yards of different colors of silk to fasten to the corset. Fascinating designs, had studied architecture before moving to his passion.
I, too, am pulled to chocolate cake. In Las Vegas, there’s a place—a restaurant—noted for this cake, its architecture is of twenty layers, not layers but slivers, precise, thin as secrets. Each sliver rich, drowning in its own darkness, a chocolate so profound it might be from an underground river. And the icing—it shames candy, all candy, the kind you thought you loved until now. Its texture—velvety, it clings, it envelops. And somewhere in this opulence, unexpectedly, a hint, just a wisp of chrysanthemum. As if the flower itself wandered into the cake and forgot the way out, leaving behind just a trace of its perfume, a ghost-like note dancing on the complexity of flavors. This is not mere eating. It’s an unraveling, each bite a revelation, like peeling back layers of an old, sweet story. It’s sex on a fork, this indulgence, a symphony of flavors that seduces with each forkful, leaving a longing for more.
Just like good sex -
Yes 🙃
What show? I want to watch that. I love sewing!
PBS around 10am. We have access to three her I see FL.
I will try to get a name of the designer.
Be well.
BTW. Your chocolate story is just as sexy as tor rd derds one.
Chocolate cake is sex on a plate. You and I both know that.
Absolutely stunning
Thank you. You know I’m writing about your daughter, right?
My, my, my……seductively delicious. Evocative, downright steamy. My poor brain reels 😵💫😎👀.
🙂