Tantalyzing Tuesday Teaser, May 29, 2012 ~ The Madness of Sanity

Tuesday is upon us once again and I have a piece I wrote for a friend's, Ray Sostre, on-line magazine: AfterDark Online.  This is a bit of an excerpt, a teaser, for your pleasures. As you know, our Teasers are 200 words based on a photo of our choosing.  Today, I have selected a photo which waxes romantic and begs the introspective:  Is all as we remember, when love is gone? 

"Sanity may be madness but the maddest of all is to see life as it is and not as it should be." ... Don Quixote

The Madness of Sanity

He was going to take her to the edge, to a special place, somewhere she had never been before. Quickly, he withdrew his thick cock from her.  Growling for her to lay upon the floor, his fingers played with her wet lips.  Her hands fell to the soft wet folds where his cock had been. She ached for his touch as she arched her back and begged release.

She opened her legs, dropping her knees outward to completely unveil her womanhood. She slipped her fingers into her silky lusciousness.  His lips touched below her navel. With his tongue tip he traced down to her wet petals, glistening with anticipation in the moon light.  Kissing her inner thighs he could feel her muscles flinch. Slowly his tongue licked the outside of her lips. Then he flicked her clit as he spread her hood. Her small hands wrap in his hair again as she arched toward his mouth.His warm mouth made an ‘o’ shape and sucked her clit into his teeth. Gently clenching her clit in his teeth, he rolled it while his tongue flicked it. She moaned and he licked her clit faster.  

"Please......" she begged breathlessly. "No..." he whispered, ".....not yet. I want to memorize your every curve.

Was it as she remembered, now he was gone............?

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When you have exhausted with me, have a dip into the pool of my creative friend's clips, based on a photo of their own madness.......

Naomi Shaw: http://naomisfantasies.wordpress.com
Bonni Sansom: http://bonnisansom.blogspot.com/
Molly Synthia: http://mollysynthia.com
Leann Mitchell: http://leannmitchell.blogspot.com
Julez S Morbius: http://morbiussworld.blogspot.co.uk/
Venus Cahill: http://venusbookluvr.blogspot.com
Cyril J. Michael: http://authorcyriljmichaels.blogspot.com
Havan Fellows: http://havanshawthaven.blogspot.com/
Angelia Dawson: http://angelicadawson.blogspot.com
Don Abdul: http://don-abdul.blogspot.com/
Benjamin Russell: http://incubuschronicles.blogspot.com
ER Pierce: http://erpierce.com
Lee Brazil: http://leebrazilauthor.blogspot.com
Dianne Hartsock: http://diannehartsock.wordpress.com/tantalizing-tuesday-5/
Gemma Parkes: http://gemmaparkes.blogspot.com/
Ray Sostre: http://theafterdarkworld.blogspot.com/

An Erotic Tribute ~ "A Veteran's Memorial Day" 2012

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Flash Fiction Friday, May 25, 2012 ~ The Road of Destiny

Edited 17 August 2013.......Today is my late friend Tim Zahurones' birthday. As a tribute I am reposting the short farewell piece I wrote last year in his honor. Join me in remembering a wonderful man, father, son and brother to us all.......he loved Eric Clapton music, as do I:

Today is 100 word, no more nor less and inspired by a common photograph, Flash Fiction Friday.  But this is not fiction.  My friend died unexpectedly on May 16th in a car accident in Wisconsin, I just learned today.  He was a friend of distance, born in life loving his family, friends, women, music and art in all forms.  While we never met, we loved.   Not one another, physically, but Mother God of Life: all knowing, powerful, forgiving and loving who embraces each and everyone, filling us with joy, hope and passion for those we choose to include and love on our path to destiny.

Tim loved my work, my writing and shared my artistic appreciation of the body created in God's own image.  In that way, he loved me, encouraging all that I did through his enjoyment and pleasures.  I am sorry he is dead.  I am sorry we never met.  But, I am not sorry to have known him and brought him whatever happiness I could.  So this is a small tribute to my friend, Tim Zahurones, who enjoyed Eric Clapton, lived, loved and indulged his life in Summit Lake, Wisconsin.  We were joined in our passions and our bittersweet pursuit of La Joie de Vie.

The Road of Destiny

The road, once bathed in illumination and life, now dimly lit by the faint and flickering past, was not chosen.  This road to the darkened nowhere takes us from the heart-warmed embrace of life and loves against our will, but not unknowingly.  This road awaits us all, but for some, the path at once sweet is bitter and too eager to rise before us.

Some turn back to cheat this darkened destiny, but others fly willingly into the black grasp.  Cherish life: the hope, challenge and rewards She bears are the fruit of your breath.

Not so, my friend.

Be free……………….

Good-bye, Timmy. Your life lingers in my heart.

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Now, please visit my author friends and have a taste of the life they breathed into this photo, from their perspective. 

Benjamin Russell: http://incubuschronicles.blogspot.com/
Patricia Logan http://naughtypassions.blogspot.com/?zx=d735233d541ad690
S. J. Maylee: http://SJMaylee.com
Savannah Chase http://www.savannahchase.com/blog
ER Pierce: http://www.erpierce.comKendel Davi: http://kendeldavi.wordpress.com
Sherri Hayes: http://sherri-hayes.blogspot.com/
Gemma Parkes: http://gemmaparkes.blogspot.com/
Cassandre Dayne: http://cassandredayne.wordpress.com/
Sherry Palmer: http://michellechatton.blogspot.ca/
CyrilJ. Michael: http://authorcyriljmichaels.blogspot.ca/
Venus Cahill: http://www.venusbookluvr.blogspot.ca/

Oysters & Chocolate, May 23, 2012 ~ The Storm

♥  ‎"The Storm", one of my published short stories, is available on-line at Oysters & Chocolate, the premier site for all things erotic. ♥  Please read, rate and comment about "The Storm". ♥

…❤ …ㄥOVモ •.¸¸.•♡•.¸¸.•♥ and yummy kisses

Muffy



The Storm

It’s a violent morning. The sky is a curious blend of clear and sunny to the east, but dark grey, black almost, and foreboding, to the west. In between the two, where these contrasts collide, the wind is furious and hard, screaming while it squeezes through the lanai screens. When the sun tries to rise, the color is alarming, frightening almost. A blast of yellow, orange, and red ignites the sky, preceding the wind to its fury. The thunder rolls, claps, and explodes, announcing the rain that will inevitably arrive. Morning is night again. It is black and the sounds of the impending storm are at once loud and silent, rolling and violent, calm and relenting, intense and penetrating, yet forgiving—all around stifling, overwhelming. The noise is curiously sexual as the rain begins to fall, hidden in darkness. The sky is giving up the bounty of life.

It is a fine day to stay inside and make love, eat grapes, listen to Johnny Mathis, laugh, and drown out the day’s violent awakening with the music of our beating hearts. I think of you, roll to look at you, and am happy my day starts in your arms. It is a love story that begins anew this morning, gaining strength throughout the day, not unlike this storm. I am hot for you, and I stretch my arms toward you.

But as I roll to face you, to swim in your gaze, the heavy fog in my head begins to lift and I realize with a start that you are not here. You will never be here again. It was always so easy to look toward our tomorrows because our todays were filled with one another. Our lives were interlocked in a love that seemed like it would transcend our future. And then in an instant, the comfort and security of two hearts beating as one was lost—forever. And this is how the new days of my life without you begin: dark, ominous, and foreboding.

I stare, emptily, out of the hotel window. Black and grey envelopes everything; I can’t feel anything. I feel unanchored as I float in this sea of darkness; lost, alone. Then I remember the events of the past few days—how quickly and disastrously they unfolded. You were gone to me and everyone who loved you. You left without having the chance to say goodbye; you were snapped out of our lives, as if some payment to the Gods was long overdue. I will never touch your cheek again—not in this lifetime. My heart breaks for the thousandth time and I finally begin to weep.

I weep for my loss, for myself, hoping the tears will keep me company and give me comfort. They do not. I cannot call you back into my arms, nor can I drown the longing with my tears. I know people wondered why I didn’t cry at the funeral. We never cried, you and me. Our life together was joyful and loving, a shared unity of thought and reason, purity and passion, the familiar love and hate. Mostly love. . .

 Continue to "The Storm"..............


Tantalyzing Tuesday Teaser, May 22, 2012 ~ Flame of Hunger

Tantalyzing Tuesday beckons once again.  Today a sultry, sexy seduction explodes into unbridled passion eager for fulfillment.  Would you be as patient for your lover?  Would you wait for the Flame of Hunger to extinguish of it's own eager embrace or would you seek out another, available for more frequent liasons?  In only 200 words, no more no less, see how this photo, a selection from my very romantic friend, Ferry Golden, has inspired me.  Then, take a leisurely sojourn to my flash friends to see what they crafted on this very sexy Tuesday.  They are listed, one-by-one, below my piece.  Enjoy.  Wrap yourself in the seduction of the flames....

Flame of Hunger

The moon sliced a path of golden white across the bay waters to the boathouse, to where you would find me waiting, as I did, for you every Tuesday. I cannot deny you. The flame of hunger burns hollow in my belly until sated by the passion for you that I endure.

I hear your approach on the footpath.  With each step, my heart skips a beat.  I rush to meet you on the landing.  Too long apart and too eager to wait, your arms find my body, your hands my auburn curls and you crush your trembling mouth on mine. Tongue seeks tongue, in a magical foreplay of molten twists and turns, sucks and plunges. My knees betray me and I crumble into your impatient embrace. You catch my descent and ease me gently onto the walk, whispering your love for me.

Touch me. I arch my back into your hand, my body pleading for your mouth.  I open my knees baring the home of my passion: wet, yearning, quivering. Without pause, swiftly, you thrust your fevered shaft into my body, filling my need. Until, replete, we lay listening to our one heart, beating with the rhythm of the surf.

Oh, so sweet the rain droplets on my skin where your fingertips left an impression.

***

Have a peek at my saucy, steamy playmates and enjoy the fantasy read they have written for your undeniable pleasures:

Naomi Shaw: http://naomisfantasies.wordpress.com
Julez S Morbius: http://morbiussworld.blogspot.co.uk/
Lee Brazil: http://leebrazilauthor.blogspot.com
Sherry Palmer: http://michellechatton.blogspot.ca
Venus Cahill: http://venusbookluvr.blogspot.ca
Molly Synthia: http://mollysynthia.com
Don Abdul: http://don-abdul.blogspot.com/
Kharisma Rhayne: http://www.kharismarhayne.com/
Dianne Hartsock: http://diannehartsock.wordpress.com/tantalizing-tuesday-4/
ER Pierce: http://www.erpierce.com
Havan Fellows: http://havanshawthaven.blogspot.com/
Cyril J. Michael: http://authorcyriljmichaels.blogspot.ca/
Gemma Parkes: http://gemmaparkes.blogspot.com/
Cassandre Dayne: http://cassandredayne.wordpress.com/
Bonni Sansom: http://bonnisansom.blogspot.com/
Ray Sostre: http://theafterdarkworld.blogspot.com/
Benjamin Russell: http://incubuschronicles.blogspot.com/

Flash Fiction Friday. May 18, 2012 ~ My God Has Answered

So, today I am continuing my humble tribute to Mother's Day.  I know it is a few days later, but, what's not to love about Mothers?  Yours, mine and ours in any shape, size and form are the keepers of love in abundance.  And, as you will find in this flash, they are the embodiment of love...in anyone's body.

This photo was selected as this week's inspiration piece and several of us crafty writiers must pen a story in only 100 words, no more nor less, based upon the same photo.  I hope you enjoy my take on this wonderful photo.  When you are through reading my dedication to Mother's Day, please swing by and see how the photo inspired my cohorts by hitting the link Flasher Fiction Friday or do them one at at time (what fun!!!) listed below.  But first, you do not have to be religious to have a pleasant read and enjoy         My God Has Answered.

My God Has Answered

When the mass was discovered in Ty’s sister, no one thought for a moment it was a baby. But, she was there: growing, thriving, moving, beautiful ... and right alongside a mass discovered at the same time.  Adult Hodgkin’s Lymphoma: treatment was radiation with a 75% cure rate.

The baby wouldn’t survive.

Sissy, refusing radiation, chose life for her baby and a home with Ty and Zach.  Sissy prayed Ty would agree to take the child as his own. 

But, at what price? he asked his sister. 

At any price, she replied.

She was named Liana, meaning “My God Has Answered”. 

Amen...

***

Now, be good friends and go have a joyride in the fabulous flashes of my purient partner's fertile imaginations.  Cut loose and enjoy the spin.  Go on, now go:

Bonni Sansom: http://bonnisansom.blogspot.com/
S.J. Maylee: http://SJMaylee.com
Gemma parkes: http://gemmaparkes.blogspot.com/
Jp Archer http://jp-archer.blogspot.com
Naomi Shaw: http://midnightfantasieswithnaomishaw.blogspot.com
Kendel Davi: http://kendeldavi.wordpress.com
Savannah Chase http://www.savannahchase.com/blog
Venus Cahill: http://www.venusbookluvr.blogspot.ca/
Cyril J. Michael: http://authorcyriljmichaels.blogspot.ca
Lisa Worrall: http://lworrall.blogspot.com/

Tantalyzing Tuesday Teaser, May 15, 2012 ~ Spring of Life

Here we are, another Tantalyzing Tuesday Teaser in  the offing.  I have taken a bit of a departure from my normal erotica in an effort to celebrate Mother's Day, not only for the close friends and writers (you know who you are!!) I hold dear that are currently pregnant, but for all the Mothers who have gone before with whom we can no longer share their joys.  It seems fitting, so soon after the most celebrated day of the year, that we pay small homage to the women, all the women, that have loved, been loved, and have nurtured us in our lives.  So, I hope you enjoy this small tribute, to all Mothers, yours and mine and all Mothers to be.  You are treasured...and blessed.  Happy Mother's Day

Spring of Life

Darling:

The sun split the morning darkness over the Bayou and peeked into our bedroom, awakening me.  As I left our bed and opened the French doors, the fragrance of the morning air embraced me in your absence.  Taking my coffee on the veranda, I looked about the spring of life, abundant around me and I felt the stir.  The honeysuckles, azaleas, wisteria and, of course, roses were in full bloom.  The bouquet created a heady aroma that tempts ladybugs and hummingbirds into a delicate dance for a petaled kiss.  I am missing you so, my darling, but feel your presence all around me, within me.

The hot morning and sultry humidity leaves a glisten of moisture on my skin, like a soft kiss, your kiss.  I hear the bayou lap gently against the jetty, awakening all to her embrace with a rhythm not unlike your touch, as you would stroke me, easing my body into the day with your love.

Each too short day was filled with passion before you left, but not before you gave me the greatest gift. This gift of life so dear, so treasured: a wellspring of our love.  I am a mother.  And you, the father, my love.

 
Amalya

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Now, please do yourself a wonderful favor and go visit all my talented teasers and read their posts.  You will be heartily entertained, perhaps even alittle aroused.  How bad can that be?  But, first, please leave me a comment below and let me know what you thought of my Spring of Life.

Naomi Shaw: http://naomisfantasies.wordpress.com
Lee Brazil : http://leebrazilauthor.blogspot.com
Bonni Sansom: http://bonnisansom.blogspot.com/
Julez S Morbius: http://morbiussworld.blogspot.co.uk/
Venus Cahill: http://www.venusbookluvr.blogspot.ca/
Dianne Hartsock: http://diannehartsock.wordpress.com/tantalizing-tuesday-3/
Sherry Palmer: http://michellechatton.blogspot.ca
ER Pierce: http://www.erpierce.com
Ray Sostre: http://theafterdarkworld.blogspot.com
Gemma Parkes: http://gemmaparkes.blogspot.com/
Jp Arhcer: http://jp-archer.blogspot.com
Leann Mitchell http://leannmitchell.blogspot.com
Cyril J. Michael: http://authorcyriljmichaels.blogspot.ca
Don Abdul: http://don-abdul.blogspot.com/
Molly Synthia: http://mollysynthia.com
Benjamin Russell: http://incubuschronicles.blogspot.com/
Havan Fellows: http://havanshawthaven.blogspot.com/