Friday Fictioneers – The Pleasure Portal

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Photo courtesy – Janet Webb

The Pleasure Portal

Word count:  100

 

It’s mediocre she thought, trailing a varnished red-tipped finger around the edge of ingress. She took a disinterested peek into the rest of the room; saw a shallow tub, a plain wash basin and other things typical of the dimension.

But the walls are bare, and who could surrender under such bright light? Where are the candles; the sumptuous colors? So restrained, so…human.

She turned to survey her own world. She was naked. Steam undulated around her as she walked. Others like her engaged in deeply sexual acts within enormous claw-foot baths.

She smiled; yes, this side was much better.

 

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26 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers – The Pleasure Portal

  1. Is that side madness–if so, it sounds very nice, just as i suspected. But madness is so subjective. Very evocative–and based on comments so far–you could make a fortune if you could provide a clear map to that place.

  2. I guess I can’t blame her; her side sounds a lot more exciting, although hopefully she’s not dismissing our whole dimension because of one bathroom. Most bathrooms I know aren’t very sexy. 🙂 Nice story.

  3. Brit, If that’s a castle, the toilets are probably little shacks in the back or pots shoved under the beds and emptied through a window. I read that men in castles often used the remote corners inside. I don’t know what women did. I’ll keep my plain bathroom thank you very much. It may not be romantic, but it probably smells a heck of a lot better. 😀 Very creative, descriptive, and well written. 🙂 —Susan

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