Wine Stains

Dab, Dab, Dab. She wasn't completely sure what she was doing would work but this needed to be taken care of. This was a white carpet after all. Was it paper towels or a cloth she was suppose to use? It was difficult to remember, everything was still a little hazy overwhelmed  as she was by the ringing in her ear among other sensations.

May she should rub rather than dab? 'Hopefully that wont spread the stain', she thought to herself as she raked her fuzzy brain trying her best to recall how she got the previous stains out. 'Next time' she thought, 'Maybe not on the couch'. Oh but the couch had been fun, more fun than the bed or the bath. She made a small moaning sound in the back of her throat, legs clenching at the assualt of memory. 

'Maybe I should call mom and ask how to get rid of this', she thought to herself once she'd gotten her wayward thoughts back in line. That made her blush, her already flushed face turning brighter at the thought of what her mother would think of what she had been up to. "It's perfectly natural love",, her mother would probably say being the openminded matriarch she was. Yet she found herself hesistant still to make the call. Some things, accepted and natural as they may be, were simply too intimate to share. 

"Soap, this definetely required some soap", she said out loud to herself. As she stood to get the detergant it occured to her what a sight she must have looked bent over the carpet with nothing  but her dislodged bra on. The blush coloured her skin once again heating her up from the inside. Deeming the stain of more importance than her state of undress  she quickly pulled her panties back on and grabed the detergant, a cloth and a bowl of warm water. 

As she scrubbed out the seemingly indelible stain, doing her best to ignore the now thorough mess on her head parading as hair,  she thought on all the things she'd denied herself in pursuit if what she thought happiness to constitute; friendship, time, family, bad hair days, carbs, her femininity and... wine stains. No more, she thought,from here on she would live fully, free of expectations, guided by herself and not others perceptions and misconceptions, laugh more, eat to her hearts content, and definetely create more wine stains... 

'Now wasn't there soemthing about vinegar with the soap and warm water for wine stains'?