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:
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.......
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
Why, hello there, gorgeous!
I wonder what’s caught your attention.
What are you holding behind your back?
Come, tell us your story!
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| Prairie Orchid |
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
That is hot. You write with such a wonderful descriptiveness that the images your words portray are so easy to see.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Julez. It is always a treat to indulge myself in you and your comments. You are too kind:) xo
DeleteJust love this write Muffy!!!! you should have been snatched up by now !!!! :) ... Leslie Stockton
ReplyDeleteLeslie, you are always so sweet. Thank you. I was hoping to be "snatched" up by now, but alas............I am shameless in my self-promotion yet I fear it falls on deaf ears...and eyes:) x0
DeleteOnce more I'm left breathless. This story is so sensual, I read slowly to make sure I didn't miss one single word. To read your work is a treat. I love it
ReplyDeleteYou, Miss Naomi, are the treat. Thank you so much:) xo
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