AfterDark Online: The Good Neighbor by Muffy Wilson - 04/11/2012

AfterDark Online: The Good Neighbor by Muffy Wilson - 04/11/2012: Description: Being neighborly to someone new in town can have good benefits It wasn’t late, but the sun had set. It seemed early, but it...

AfterDark Online: An Erotic Pic 1k Words Contest: In The Darkness by...

AfterDark Online: An Erotic Pic 1k Words Contest: In The Darkness by...: An Erotic Picture Worth A Thousand Words Contest: February 2012 Entry. In the darkness of the hallway, her shadow entwined with his, a si...

Tantalyzing Tuesday Teasers, October 23, 2012 ~ Jewelry in a Box

Oh, Teasers..........how much do I love this photograph???  Well, I am about to tell you in 200 words exactly, after that............I cannot be held responsible for whatever I say in the throes of heated passion.  Nor can I be accountable for what I may do, if played like a fine instrument.  I am beginning to quiver me timbers just thinking about it!!

So.............Do have a slow and fevered read over this hot, little story.  Stay awhile, reread me and finger the pages.  Can you smell my perfume, feel my presence surround you, eagerness engulf you?  My moist, warm feathered breath on your neck tickles your core into a response, does it not?  Well, now sufficiently "peaked," perhaps you'll please go have a saucy saunter over to my fiery friends pages and see what they have prepared for your indulgence.  Follow the link here, TantalyzingTuesdayTeaser, or knock them up - ooops, off!- one by one below. But, before you go, please honour me with a comment or more; a kiss before you leave would be my pleasure............xo 



Jewelry in a Box

I released a soft, muffled moan as he rubbed his fingertips over his handiwork.   As always, the newly trimmed beauty of my velveteen box fascinated him and after grooming me, his resistance finally waned.

“Ah, you have the most perfect slice of womanhood…it beckons to me every time I shave you,” he said in a whisper, his face mere inches from my eager petals and buried pearl. His hot breath felt like a bellow fanning my anticipation.

He slipped his fingers, one at a time, into my wet impatience until he had buried three long fingers to the hilt of his knuckles then curled them up into a fervent question mark.  His baby finger deftly found the pearl of my centre and quickly feathered the hooded jewel until fully erect, hard and straining for more attention.  While he pressed his fingertips upwards into the core of my passion, he played me as he would any fine instrument; he watched the rhythm and sounds overtake my total surrender.

“Ohhhhh, God….you torture me with your wicked touch …” He took his work very seriously; by the time he was through, I took his work very seriously, too. 

Voluntarily, my hips rose to meet his kiss .

 



Now, go see what lovely pleasures my fiery friends have waiting for you to feed your voracious purient appetite.  Click the link above or follow them one by one, like curled fingers of pleasure, below.  Bye for now...:) xo

J S Morbius: http://morbiussworld.blogspot.co.uk/
Paloma Beck: http://romancebeckons.blogspot.com/search/label/TantalizingTuesday
Ray Sostre: http://theafterdarkworld.blogspot.com
Cg Brumby: http://cgbrumby.blogspot.com.au
Gemma Parkes: http://gemmaparkes.blogspot.com/ 

Breathless Press Sunday Fun, August 5, 2012 ~ The Unforgiving

My friend Dianne Hartsock, ever busy at Breathless Press, is having some Sunday Fun again.  Throwing down the gauntlet to my welcome feet, she challenges me yet again with:

You Write It!

Oh hey. What’s up?

Like this sweater?

Nice enough for our date? And by the way,

what do you have planned for me?

*wink*

Tell us his story!!

And...............so I did.  Enjoy The Unforgiving, please.

The Unforgiving

It was low season below the old Cliff House, so the wind and surf were biting and cruel off Point Lobos. Braedon had sought privacy to soothe his shattered heart so had returned to the only place he was ever happy, San Francisco. His million dollar looks meant nothing to anyone. The aloof standoffishness of the City’s residents made him feel the cad that he really was. He was once a nobody and would be a nobody again. He earned it, lost it, deserved both and deserved nothing now.

Somehow, the wind and surf swept his stinging pain and replaced it with a numb darkness devoid of sensation. His feet, now red from the piercing surf and unfeeling, shuffled mechanically beneath him. Wanting punishing anonymity, Braedon raised his hoody against the elements. His thoughts escaped the quiet shelter of the Irish wool and he wanted to drop to his knees in the deadening surf and scream to the world…….

“Why, Devon, Why…..?”

Even as the silent, fugitive thought rose, he knew it was his name he should be screaming into the bitter, grey current of pitiless air. He had done that which he detested most in others; he had pretended a lie. He had become the lie and the painful pretense had been released into the light for all to discover. For Devon to discover. At his own hands, he had stabbed Devon in the heart with shards of truth and spikes of lies trying to avoid his guilt. He was a coward in the face of strength. He witnessed Devon’s total collapse under the truth of his betrayal.

Devon had fallen into his arms under the weight of his tears of infidelity. They wept together, to no avail. Devon had been abandoned and the unfaithfulness of Braedon’s duplicity had broken the only bridge of trust either had ever known. It was a breach of faith from which Devon would never return.
It was over. That night, lying in each other’s arms, Devon forgave Braedon’s disloyalty and kissed his tears of regret dry. However generous Devon’s forgiveness, he turned himself over to the weight of the violation, never to awaken the next morning. It was over, over in the roaring surf which stifled the sorrowful screams Braedon cried into the atmosphere below the witness Cliff House.

Cliff House would endure; it had always survived. But, Braedon’s guilt and shame was crushing. He deserved no less than the cold, heartless sentence the unforgiving sea delivered him.

Breathless Press Blog

Flash Fiction Friday, August 3, 2012 ~ Never Again

Today is Flash Fiction Friday, or yesterday was, anyway.  I am running late, but coming.  Some days, I just cannot get out of my own way and yesterday was one of those rare days.  It has been busy at work and I tormented at not being able to do the one thing that gives me the most pleasure: write to your Flash Fantasies, in one hundred words or less based upon this photograph below.

So, today .... I am vilifying my dear friend Julez S. Morbius, without his consent I might add.  I dare say, I don't think he will mind as he knows I adore both him and his work.  He is one of the very talented writers participating in today's flash challenge, so do have a visit to his blog and read the BD/sm morsel he wrote for today.  Yummy.  But first, before you leave me, have a dip in my heartbreak pool and cool off.  Enjoy:) xo

Never Again

He threw himself on her mercy, crying with a soulful loss at her feet.

“I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry………….please, please forgive me” came in waves as he pleaded.

She looked down at him, not with contempt but love, and stopped dressing to attend to his prayer.  She sighed softly then dropped her hand tenderly to his head to comfort his pain.  Tears brimming, she spoke quietly.

“No, Julez, not this time.”

“Please…” he sobbed in a whisper, “Please.  If I could, I would have stopped……………”

“But, you didn’t……….and you will fail yet another time.”

“I’ll do anything for you…”

“No, you won’t.  Never again…………….”

***

Now, have a leisurely stroll over to the other Pupils of Prurient Pedagogy and have a read of their flash creations for your pleasure.  Follow their links below or go to our blog where we are listed for all the world to see at Flasher Fiction Friday.  But first.........Please leave me a comment.  I am near dripping with eagerness to hear what you have to say.......:) xo

Julez S Morbius: http://morbiussworld.blogspot.co.uk/
Naomi Shaw: www.authornaomishaw.com
Savannah Chase: http://www.savannahchase.com/blog
Venus Cahill: http://www.venusbookluvr.blogspot.com
S. J. Maylee: http://SJMaylee.com
Gemma Parkes: http://gemmaparkes.blogspot.com/
Veronica Fredricks: http://authorveronicafredricks.blogspot.com
Bonni Sansom: http://bonnisansom.blogspot.com/
Dianne Hartsock:  http://diannehartsock.wordpress.com/flash-fiction-friday-3/
ChristianJensen: http://horrorwritingdaddy.blogspot.ca/2012/08/flash-fiction-friday-returns.html

Photo accredition by Naomi Shaw from Bigstock

Tantalyzing Tuesday Teaser, July 31, 2012 ~ Surprising Ben

Today is a typical Tantalyzing Tuesday: hot, humid and steaming with sultry molten desires.  However, we prurient partners of ink on pages are limited in our descriptions of whatever photograph that inspires us to only 200 words or less.  I thought this photo particularly inspiring, don't you?  Yummy six-pack tummy.  So have a languid read of my teaser I call Surprising Ben........whom do you think was really surprised? Ben? 

After you have answered that delicious question, have a romp around to my prurient partners, see the photos that inspired them and read their Teasers.  You'll be ready for a real rodeo after all that, I promise.  You can do them one at a time, right after me of course, or go to our blog page where we have them all corralled for your pleasure.... Now, go on, giddyap:) xo

Surprising Ben

 The night air was still, hot and humid making her light cotton dress stick close to her moist, glowing dark skin.  She reached back and pulled her long black hair away from her glistening neck and shoulders.  Her mind raced to the thought of Ben mucking the stalls; how his taunt tanned muscles would be glistening with sweat as he shoveled; how shards of hay would be sprinkled across his back, as if unable to resist the temptation to touch him.

"Oh, God............." she whispered as she pulled her dress away from her curves.

Soon she was at the door and quietly tip-toed behind some bales of hay, peered out to the side and watched Ben.  It made her spine tingle, often to the point she felt light-headed.  She watched him work, mesmerized by the beads of sweat that pooled between his shoulder blades and ran to the small of his back disappearing at his waistband.

Every time he grunted with exertion, she imagined him pushing deeply, tightly inside her.  Dizzy with desire, her hand dropped to her lap and her fingers sought out her wet eagerness..............she moaned.

Ben, turning instinctively towards the invitation, had allowed her to watch for the last time................

***

(Note:  Salutations and credits to the inspiration of my friend, Richard A. Webber who, no doubt, started this dialog and my journey with Ben on a whim...:) xo

Now, run 'round and have yourself a peek at the other extraordinary work of this fine group of talented writers known as Tantalizing Tuesday Teasers.  Maybe you'll lasso yourself up a 'lil filly or two for your coral, sugah.  Just follow the link in the logo above mah head, or do 'em one at a time below me.  Either way, please be a love and leave me a comment:) xo


Naomi Shaw: www.authornaomishaw.com
Jake Malden: http://jakemalden.blogspot.co.uk/
Julez S Morbius: http://morbiussworld.blogspot.co.uk/
Molly Synthia: http://mollysynthia.com
Venus Cahill: http://www.venusbookluvr.blogspot.com
Savannah Chase http://www.savannahchase.com/blog
Dianne Hartsock: http://diannehartsock.wordpress.com/tantalizing-tuesday-2/
Cg Brumby: http://cgbrumby.blogspot.com.au/p/tantalizing-tuesday-index.html
Veronica Fredricks: http://authorveronicafredricks.blogspot.com
Cyril J. Michael: http://authorcyriljmichaels.blogspot.com
Gemma Parkes: http://gemmaparkes.blogspot.com/
Don Abdul: http://don-abdul.blogspot.com/

Breathless Press Sunday Fun, July 29, 2012 ~ Phoenix Rising

Again, my friend Dianne Hartsock challenges us all with yet another Breathless Press Sunday Fun photo designed to spur the creative juices with this wonderful photograph.  And I popped out of a whole new hole for me, albeit a creative one, I think.  Read this short Sunday Fun Flash and see what you think.  Then let me know by leaving a comment below.  You know what a slave I am to praise..........Enjoy:) xo

Hey, wait!

You can’t take your shirt off here….

*bites lip* And the tie…

Well, maybe you can.

What do the rest of you think?

Phoenix Rising

  

We pulled into the driveway for it seemed like the first time.   My whole body was rushing, my heart pounded through my chest like a downhill racer.  We walked into the house and I offered her a drink; I had left the music playing and the lights dim so the view of the desert valley would shine against the night sky.  I had hoped to hide the inevitable. She accepted the offer and excused herself to freshen up.

She returned from the bathroom in just her lace underwear and lipstick.  I gulped a breath at her barefooted beauty, suspended in this moment, as if it were the first time I had ever seen her.  She was the most beautiful person I had ever known, and she loved me.  She whispered her love in screams of passion against my fevered chest….a chest she had not laid eyes upon in several months.

“Show me”, she murmured in the softest tone.  “Show me everything.”

I hesitated for a moment too long to her liking.  She rose; the crescendo of the music carried her to my side and she traced her red-tipped fingers across my chest as she circled around me to my back.  She grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my head from the back.

“Show me,” and Scheherazade filled the room with mounting anticipation in the fragrant, darkened shadows lit only by the flickering eyes of God.

Relieved she was at my back, I started to take off my tie and shirt.  Impatient was she, her arms around me from behind, with deft hands and fingers at ready work on my shirt.

I couldn’t breathe.  My heart palpitated and my pulse raced in eager anticipation.  I was frozen.  I wanted what we wanted but resisted the inescapable reveal of that first moment.  The veins in my neck stretched the announcement of my heat; perspiration formed on my upper lip as she unbuttoned my shirt.  And she circled to the front.

“Now, the tie…….take it off,” she near growled.

I complied with nervous stumbling fingertips, afraid of the end result.  Fearful of her negative response, would she be able to tell?   Would the scars belie my secret revealing me to the world as a fraud?  Would it make a difference?  More than that, would she still love me...want me?

At once, my clothes were in a fabric puddle around my feet; her eyes consumed every line, every inch, and every nuance of my body.  She walked around me, then stood before me framed by the image of the purple hued desert valley below with the stars in the night above.  Dressed only in satin and lace, she smiled.

Her smile broke the anxious expectation of anticipation; I relaxed, nervously, and finally breathed in what had seemed like an eternity.

“I can’t call you LuAnne anymore; will Larry do, darling?”

Breathless Press

Sunday Fun At Breathless Press, July 22, 2012 ~ Deeply, Softly

Sunday Fun, at Breathless Press, finds us challenged once again by my friend Dianne Hartsock who dangles this fine morsel  of a man in front of us and asks us, of all things (!!!!), to imagine what we would do with him given this dare...................You Write It!!!

Hey, come here.

I have something to tell you. A secret.

Closer! I won’t bite.

*grins* Unless you like it..........

Deeply, Softly

Every other day, the click-clack of my heels announced my arrival down the long tiled floors of the auditorium.  Every other day, the young man in the third row center followed my entrance into the lecture hall from the moment I opened the door.  Every other day, I wondered why it always made me start, when I caught his gaze and returned his curiosity.

His eyes were the pale blue of the sky reflecting upon the emerald green of the salted ocean waters.  And his stare, that is all one could call it, was disconcerting.  It bordered on rudeness, but somehow, it wasn’t.  As I lectured, the same lecture to the same faceless seniors on the same day of every new collegiate year, I wandered in and out of the calm cool pools that were his eyes.  He watched me: never smiling, never responding, never flirtatious.  In the beginning, I was almost alarmed by his seemingly cold superiority and then I felt confronted, confused, upset and finally………..the challenge set the tempo.

He never responded; he just slipped the hypnotic stare of his gaze under my skin to crawl its way to my stomach and the soft receptive folds of my center.  Every other day, he unnerved me more.  The magnetic rapture of his steely blue eyes were made only stronger by the dark frame of his black eyelashes.  I could drown in those eyes.

Even before the click-clack of my heels announced my arrival down the long tiled floors of the auditorium, I felt a passion build inside my body as the swagger of my thighs focused the heat upon the pearl of my existence.  That excitement was unlocked at the moment his gaze weaved its way to my trembling core.  I could not wait to see him; every other day, I thought about him as I showered, rubbing the poof across my body, water caressing every curve I wanted his hands to explore, his mouth to devour, his eyes to memorize.  My nipples reached for a caress as the soft mound where my thighs met trembled in anticipation.

The click-clack of my heels announced my arrival down the long tiled floors of the auditorium.  His gaze stopped my breath until I had a moment to regain my composure.  His ice blue stare grabbed my gaze, holding my passions hostage to a calm exterior.  His eyes followed me everywhere as I lectured the faceless audience.  He took notes on his laptop without ever releasing me to look elsewhere.  I felt the perspiration bead on my forehead and between my breasts, pooling at the underwire of my bra causing a tickle as it escaped by the cleave of my belly to the heat of my obsession.

I could no longer resist.  I must know the source of his hold, the well-spring of his power over me.

 Mr. Emery, please remain after lecture.

Yes, Ms. Blanchard.  And it struck me; I had never heard his voice.  The seduction was complete.  His voice was a velvet cover in which his ardor wrapped me.  Oh, how I imagined his breath upon the small of my neck, commanding softly my every will through his demanding lips on my flesh. This was our destiny……….I was ready.

***

Mr. Emery, his very name rolling off of my tongue felt like a kiss, please come down here to me………………….

Yes, Ms. Blanchard.  Would you please help me?  I am blind, you see.................

Breathless Press

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Julez S Morbius: http://morbiussworld.blogspot.co.uk/
Kerrianne Coombes http://kerriannecoombes.wordpress.com/
Don Abdul: http://don-abdul.blogspot.com/
Dianne Hartsock: http://diannehartsock.wordpress.com/tantalizing-tuesday/
Cg Brumby: http://cgbrumby.blogspot.com.au/p/tantalizing-tuesday-index.html
Ray Sostre: http://theafterdarkworld.blogspot.com
Jp Archer: http://jp-archer.blogspot.com
Gemma Parkes: http://gemmaparkes.blogspot.com/
Bonni Sansom: http://bonnisansom.blogspot.com/

Flash Fiction Friday, July 20, 2012 ~ Summer Sizzle

I imagine it is hot everywhere with the oppressive waves of humidity laying lazily like a blanket of swetlering sunshine one simply cannot escape.  But, I have good news!!!  It is Flash Fiction Friday and for a few moments, maybe more if you too are inspired, you can lay around in the cool dark calm of your privacy and read the sexy posts this subject photograph has inspired in the minds of some wonderful writers participating today.

I thought this photograph was taken in the sweet sizzling swamps of the Louisana Bayou where cousins spend alot of time together in the summer heat growing from girls into women, and the men are glad of it.  Have a saucy read of my 100 word shortie......then move on to the others, dahlin'.

Summer Sizzle

Ah declare, these dog days are wonderful for my complexion but are downright oppressive.  Why does God do this to me?  I cannot breathe!! 

Ultima, run ‘round and fetch me a bowl of ice, honey; I want you to cool me with the cubes.  Thank you, dahlin’.  Now start with my chest.  ‘Member how Momma used to rub our chests to get us to sleep?  Oh, cuz, that is dee-vine. You’re makin’ my nipples hard, sugah.............

Mah skin is on fire and my pussy tha furnace!  Trace one ‘o those down mah belly and slip it in mah…………yes, dahlin’, jus’ like that. 

I am really hot, now, baby gurl............  

***

Now, grab a bowl of ice so you can run 'round and have a lascivious look at more entertaining takes on the delicious photograph at Flasher Fiction Friday.  Skit, now, go..........go on, get !!!!

Savannah Chase http://www.savannahchase.com/blog
S. J. Maylee http://SJMaylee.com
Dianne Hartsock: http://diannehartsock.wordpress.com/flash-fiction-friday/
Julez S Morbius: http://morbiussworld.blogspot.co.uk/
Sherri Hayes: http://sherri-hayes.blogspot.com/
Venus Cahill: http://www.venusbookluvr.blogspot.com
Veronica Fredricks: http://authorveronicafredricks.blogspot.com

Tantalyzing Tuesday Teaser, July 17, 2012 ~ Showtime

Tantalyzing Tuesday begs another Teaser, so I went a little 40's on you.  You know the type, the tough broad, the hard charging moll makin' a living the best way she knows how.  Came from right outta the gutter and can swing a  Presidential reception; she can be whatever you want, whenever and wherever you want it.  Kinda sexy when you think about it:  a chameleon in a cocktail dress equally as comfortable as a sewer snake. 

When you are through reading my 200 word shortie, have a visit to all the other great authors and see their inspiration photo and read where it took them.  This is my Teaser and where it landed me, today:

Showtime

The fog was rolling up from the bay climbing the hills to shroud the black night.

Shit...

Why not just pick-'im-up in the hotel bar, I said, he’s a sucker for redheads.  Naw, you hadda go and promise the wife you’d have tape of us coming into the hotel together, makin’ it look real cozy 'n all.  Whaddareyou?  A fuckin’ movie director?!   Ima  P.I., a dick…not an actor!!

An hour later, she saw the limo round the corner.  Hank, you asshole, role ‘em.  It’s showtime, baby, she said into the walkie.

Switching personas, she floated out of the vehicle squaring her shoulders and running her hands down her slit leather skirt.  A pure vision, she moved with the elevated elegance and grace of royalty, more smooth and fluid rather than actually walking.

As she approached him, she caught the heel of her favorite spiked spats in the vent grate.  Tossing her red curls, she fell effortlessly into his arms.  He dropped his briefcase to catch her decent.  Pity, this, she thought; he smells utterly edible.  Any other time…………

“You okay?” he asked.

“Yes, thank you……oh, my ankle” she feigned, showing miles of million dollar legs.  “Would you permit me your arm and help me to my room, please?”

Guess I can act.......

Now, run round to the others and have yourself a divine Tuesday Treat and read their creative posts for the day.  Do them one at a time, listed below, or start from our "A" list author page at this link. But, not before you leave me a sweet comment below.

Veronica Fredricks: http://authorveronicafredricks.blogspot.com
Naomi Shaw: http://naomisfantasies.wordpress.com
Michael T Jordan: www.pablomichaels.com/
Julez S Morbius: www.morbiussworld.co.uk
S. J. Maylee: http://SJMaylee.com
Leann Mitchell http://leannmitchell.blogspot.com
Venus Cahill: http://venusbookluvr.blogspot.com
Savannah Chase http://www.savannahchase.com/blog
Ray Sostre: http://theafterdarkworld.blogspot.com
Cassandra Carr: http://booksbycassandracarr.com/wordpress/?p=1700
Bonni Sansom: http://bonnisansom.blogspot.com/
Dianne Hartsock: http://diannehartsock.wordpress.com/tantalizing-tuesday-6/
Cg Brumby: http://cgbrumby.blogspot.com.au/p/tantalizing-tuesdays.html
Cassandre Dayne: http://cassandredayne.wordpress.com/
Jp Archer: http://jparcher.blogspot.com
Benjamin T. Russell: http://incubuschronicles.blogspot.com/
Gemma Parkes: http://gemmaparkes.blogspot.com/

Breathless Press, July 15, 2012 ~ Prairie Orchid

I responded with Prairie Orchid to my friend Dianne Harsock's question below this mouth-watering photograph.  Her question was posed for the Sunday Fun Flash challenge at Breathless Press as follows:

Why, hello there, gorgeous!

I wonder what’s caught your attention.

What are you holding behind your back?

Come, tell us your story!

Prairie Orchid

Her chestnut hair flowed from her neck down her long graceful back. A tuft of bang fell to her forehead, framed her teardrop black eyes and gave them dimension, a sensuous depth of anticipation. He gently moved the light auburn hair out of her eyes and she started with surprise as his fingertips traced the curve of her brow to her cheek. Placing his steadied palm upon her full cheek, he bent forward and whispered into her ear, just above the curve of her long and sinuous neck. His breath and words seem to embrace her as she melted to his resolve.


Breaking the yearling was hot, hard work. He had let her go too long before he had started to lay hands on her. But, his charm with women and horses proved to be his stronghold on both creatures. They were always reluctant, at first, but his charm was his lure. And his lure was irresistible. He could feel them both following him with their expectant, hungry eyes as he walked to the fence and took off his shirt. 

He removed his hat and bent at the waist as he buried his head in the cooling waters of the trough. Rising while taking a heaving breath, he shook his head and wiped his face of water, sweat and dust with his shirt. He looked up at her black almond shaped eyes …

***

She watched as the pony followed him when he turned and walked to the fence. She touched her own neck, below her ear, with her trembling palm where the sweet glistening droplets of eagerness formed. They trickled into the small of her throat, pooled, then traveled into the soft rising desperation of her alabaster breasts. Her heart was aflutter with the wings of a thousand doves, eager to take flight and soar but afraid to escape. Her pulse raged on inside her anxious flesh. Feeling she had burst into flames, the flames of unrequited passion, she was drawn to his upward gaze. Returning his stare, the distance between them seemed to disappear. She held his look as the magic of his magnetism seduced her and she imagined her palm as his on her neck, pounding with the rhythm of desire.

***

He turned to the chestnut pony and dragged the blanket over her haunches, slowly, enticingly. He soothed her with a soft cooing that hypnotized her into submission. Tossing the saddle over her back proved to be easy, as she turned her head to look at him eagerly. Anticipating the slow mount, she allowed him to straddle her while he stroked her chestnut mane and whispered loving secrets and endearments into her ear. He brought her to a light trot in the coral then rode her away in a commanding gallop. They disappeared over the horizon.

***

She fanned the heat from her face. The perspiration now engulfed her body and she ached with longing. She moved to the porch where she could catch a breeze and distill her craving. She sat, pulling her lightweight skirt to expose her long, fluid legs and the straps fell off the small of her shoulders. Seated with her knees apart so the gentle wind could cool the ardor throbbing in the soft spot where her thighs met, she lost herself in dreams of his embrace, his naked chest pressed against the rising flesh of her breasts. Floating in the throes of her yearning, she dropped her hand to her mound, cooled but not sated by the gentle breeze. Oh God, she thought, touch me; whisper in my ear; put your palm on my cheek.......

She never heard his return nor saw his long stride shorten the distance between them on the porch.

***

He leaned against the house, one arm behind his back, and watched her fondle herself in the humid, prairie air. Her lips parted in a seductive beckoning and she released a soft moan into the clouds as her quintessence escaped her body. His desire for her was obvious, as she opened her eyes to his magnetic gaze. Her arm outstretched gracefully, involuntarily, in a single floating motion. Palm open invitingly, she turned her head to him and smiled.

“What have you behind your back?” she whispered.

“Wild prairie flowers for a prairie beauty. What have you in your hand?” he whispered with a knowing smile in response.

“A prairie orchid for a cowboy……………..”


Now, be a dear and leave a ride-em-cowboy comment then go have a peek at the other fun stuff Dianne is doing over at Breathless Press.  Just follow their link and indulge yourself in the imagination of dozens of creative writers of bedtime stories for adults.  Lucky YummyYou:) xo

Flash Fiction Friday, July 13, 2012 ~ The Whispered Tango

As Flash Fiction would have it, today is Friday the 13th.  However, you will see that this is good fortune for all that pass between our pages and posts inspired by the subject photograph selected for today.  I beg that you indulge in us all.  Wrap yourself in our 100 word imaginations and allow us to inspire a response from you with our individual interpretations to this sensual photo.  What are they doing?  What have they done?  Who are they and are they crying, leaving or loving?

For me, this photo found two dancers locked in the magic of the musical moment in an ethereal embrace from which there was no turning back.  The crescendo was the finale; the finale was the beginning; the beginning was The Whispered Tango ........

The Whispered Tango

Finally, they circled one another slowly, to the music.  Unexpectedly, clothing floated to the floor, featherlight … delicately.

He reached out, slid his palm under her breast to her back and they drifted into the chair.  His scent weakened her knees.  In his embrace, she melted to the floor in one fluid motion between his thighs.  As she descended, her trembling, heated breath seared his flesh, quickened his heart.

She settled slowly and buried his cock down her eager throat, wrapped in her artful tongue.  Igniting response, her ruby mouth stroked him to crescendo as he shared his very essence in a sigh.

***

Now, have a leisurely stroll to my favorite writers posts for their creative interpretations of this photo and relax, indulge .... explore your thoughts.  Visit them one at a time or follow this link to our home page to find the "A" list of authors participating.  Uh oh, not before you leave me a loving comment below:

Veronica Fredricks: http://authorveronicafredricks.blogspot.com
Savannah Chase http://www.savannahchase.com/blog
Bonni Sansom: http://bonnisansom.blogspot.com/
Julez S Morbius: http://morbiussworld.blogspot.co.uk/
S. J. Maylee: http://SJMaylee.com
Cyril J. Michael: http://authorcyriljmichaels.blogspot.com
Yvonne Nicolas: http://yvonnenicolas.wordpress.com/
Gemma Parkes: http://gemmaparkes.blogspot.com/
Venus Cahill: http://www.venusbookluvr.blogspot.com
Leann Mitchell http://www.leannmitchell.blogspot.com
Sherri Hayes: http://sherri-hayes.blogspot.com/

Tantalyzing Tuesday Teaser ~ July 10, 2012 ~ The Separation of Truth

Today is Tantalyzing Tuesday.  A group of purient authors wax romantic about an inspirational photo of their own choice in 200 words or less.  And today I am sad.  All too often we let people slip from our lives. It isn't always by choice, more often than not, it is not by our own choice.  But, things: people, places, illness ....... time, space and reality ....... change.  It is for that I grieve, such crushing loss.  I can visualize the touch of fingertips slipping; I can feel them stretching to remain together, aching to remain clenched, but nonetheless ....... slipping.

And, it is always in the spoken truth, wrapped in words like an unexpected package, that the separation of lives, loves and dreams unfold. We feel it coming; we know it's presence.  Destiny is cruel.

It is unavoidable.  It is The Separation of Truth .......

The Separation of Truth

I will miss you.  In the truth of separation, it is not your kiss that brings me alive.  It is not your breath of passion on my neck that heats me.  Your lips on my flesh do not ignite my fervor.  Nor does the magnetic rhapsody of your gaze draw me into your love.

I will miss you.  The tender touch of your hand is not the key to my ecstasy.  Your insistent but gentle embrace holds not the fire of my ardor.  The raw and yearning aroma of your eagerness seduces but cannot unlock my heart.

I will miss you.  It is the soft whisper of your love in my ear, the gentle wave of your excitement, the murmur of your desires in the folds of my trembling flesh that unleash the throes of my passion.

I will miss your words.  The words of your world touch me.  When you speak, you kiss my heart and ignite my soul.  You write of passion that releases our spirit giving flight to our essence.  It is that essence that brings us joy; it is in that aerial core we share a private journey.

I will miss our us, our oneness, the embrace of our love, our words.  The long cavernous expanse is at once not distance, nor love, but the separation of truth:

Our truth.

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Please indulge yourself in the musings and inspirational photo selections of the authors participating in this week's challenge.  You can visit them from the list below, or go to our blog page, Tantalizing Tuesday, and see the list to click on each.  Enjoy:) xo

Naomi Shaw: http://naomisfantasies.wordpress.com
Molly Synthia: http://mollysynthia.com
Michael Jordan: http://www.pablomichaels.com/
Venus Cahill: http://venusbookluvr.blogspot.com
Cg Brumby: http://cgbrumby.blogspot.com.au/2012/07/cg-brumby-tantalizing-tuesday-teasers5.htm
Savannah Chase http://www.savannahchase.com/blog
Cassandra Carr: http://booksbycassandracarr.com/wordpress/?p=1700
Benjamin T Russell: http://incubuschronicles.blogspot.com/
Julez S Morbius: http://morbiussworld.blogspot.co.uk/
Don Abdul: http://don-abdul.blogspot.com/
Cyril J. Michael: http://authorcyriljmichaels.blogspot.com
Ray Sostre: http://theafterdarkworld.blogspot.com
Cassandre Dayne: http://cassandredayne.wordpress.com/
Madison J Edwards: http://madisonedwards.blogspot.com
Veronica Fredricks: http://authorveronicafredricks.blogspot.com
Dianne Hartsock: http://diannehartsock.wordpress.com/tantalizing-tuesday-5/