Tuesday, August 28, 2012

Tantalyzing Tuesday Teaser, August 28, 2012 ~ Suspended

Today is Tuesday and with that auspicious day comes the Tantalyzing Teasers created by a talented group of writers.  There really are no rules, anything goes; it just has to go in 200 words or less about a photo of your own choosing.  That is what makes it so delightful and scrumptious. 

We are a group of diverse and skillfully talented authors that hone our craft weekly, on Tuesday, to provide you with a veritable smorsesboard of sexy shorts, under which we gladly let you peek.  You can visit all the other authors by following this link Tantalizing Tuesday Teasers or I have listed them one by one below.  But first, I have been away for a few weeks.....................so I am loaded for your delight.  Indulge in me first, pretty please, and leave a comment as I am near starved for attention.

So, have a peek into, and under, my delectable short this Tantalyzing Tuesday I call Suspended.  Enjoy:) xo


Suspended

And then, there is that moment, suspended in time, when you meet the person that connects you to humanity, to others, to life.......to yourself.  It is that one person into whom you release yourself, freely, carelessly…..with a single touch, a stolen whisper, a silent look.
 
You are that one person for me.  And I dive, falling, into your heart.   I ride your heartbeat to your soul where I drowned in the soft nuance your shadow casts long across my body.  And I lose my breath in the oceans of your essence when you bend to kiss me, slowly breathing life into my desires and love into my heart. 
In the shaded grays of your embrace, I drown in the sea of your love.  Through you, with you, because of you I am elevated to the ethereal currents that only love bestows upon the wicked, weary and wanton long desperate for the sweet rewards of the human connection.  There is life in love.  There is love in life, too long in the coming, but at once a welcome haven.
I revel in the warmth of your approach because suspended in time…..you are my only connection. 
Let me drown in our us.

 
So......do be a dear and devour all that we have created for your tasty, purient pleasures.  Trust me, you won't be sated.........only hungry for more.  So, do indulge yourself.......we are non-fattening and oh, so satisfying:) xo

Naomi Shaw: www.authornaomishaw.com
Jake Malden: http://jakemalden.blogspot.com
Pablo Michaels http://pmmanmanromance.weebly.com
Ray Sostre: http://theafterdarkworld.blogspot.com
Dianne Hartsock: http://diannehartsock.wordpress.com/tantalizing-tuesday-5/
Lee Brazil:http://leebrazilauthor.blogspot.com/2012/08/tantalizing-tuesday-3a.html
Julez S Morbius: http://morbiussworld.blogspot.co.uk/
Havan Fellows: http://havanshawthaven.blogspot.com/2012/08/tantalizing-tuesday-10.html 
Yvonne Nicolas: http://yvonnenicolas.wordpress.com/
Don Abdul: http://don-abdul.blogspot.com/
Molly Synthia: http://mollysynthia.com/

Tuesday, August 7, 2012

Tantalyzing Tuesday Teaser, August 7, 2012 ~ The Grey Mist

As Tantalyzing Tuesday rises from the midnight darkness, the photograph I have selected for this week's 200 word challenge leaves me more than a little romantic.  Love lost, for whatever reason, is unable to break free of it's unwilling grasp.  We never forget; I never want to forget, but when are we granted peace? 

Are we ever released from desire or does it percolate forever in a cauldron of passion?  How long must we suffer the pain of separation until it becomes a wistful distant smile, releasing the past to float gently amongst all the other tender memories that make up our us? 

Oh, God...........it is still so raw.  The Grey Mist brings the painful nightly return.

The Grey Mist

Between the sighs and soft lavender scented folds of grey mist, your face emerges above me.  You descend upon my closed eyes, kissing each eyelid with the soft lightness of a butterfly. I see you smile somewhere in the distance but your breath caresses my neck on the soft skin you always love to taste. 
Tenderly, fingertips balanced in the air, you trace the rounded form that is my face along my shoulders to my breasts.  The magnetic heat from your palms announces the arrival of your loving touch to the welcome eagerness of my nipples.
“Touch me,” I beckon in a whispered sigh.
Suspended in my embrace, my fingers seem to weave a gentle hold in your familiar hair, still wet from the shower.  Shower droplets run along the auburn curls that crown your head and fall upon my cheek.  You kiss them dry as I slowly awake from the grey  beyond.
Emerging from the dream on unforgiving wings, I realize you are gone.  It is the tears that join me nightly on my cheeks that I mistake for your kisses.  It is the heat of my own forlorn desire for you that awakens the passion in my breast.
Again, you leave me for another night.




Now, do be a love and fly on gossamer wings to the delight of all the other talented wordsmiths to see just what photograph they selected for Tantalizing Tuesday Teasers and read their creations designed to titallate and torment.  You will be so glad you indulged yourself in this flight of fancy.  Light upon us one at a time below or land on our blog page above where you will find us all standing before you waving and saying, "Pick me, pick me, pick me!!!". 

Now, go on...buzz off, my beauty, but please leave a comment below first.

Naomi Shaw: www.authornaomishaw.com
Jake Malden: http://jakemalden.blogspot.com
Ray Sostre: http://theafterdarkworld.blogspot.com
Julez S Morbius: http://morbiussworld.blogspot.co.uk/
Don Abdul: http://don-abdul.blogspot.com
Veronica Fredricks: http://authorveronicafredricks.blogspot.com
Venus Cahill: http://venusbookluvr.blogspot.com
Dianne Hartsock: http://diannehartsock.wordpress.com/tantalizing-tuesday-3/
Cyril J. Michael: http://authorcyriljmichaels.blogspot.com

Monday, August 6, 2012

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

Saturday, August 4, 2012

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

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