Thursday, July 24, 2014

Thursday Tasters, July 24, 2014 ~ Taylor Savior "Lust at First Sight"

Last week, my Thursday Taster was taken from my work in progress, Taylor Savior, with Aynne and Simon's first face to face meeting and their subsequent 'encounter' in the Hotel Whitcomb, Room 457. It was a sexy sampling about this story's love between a black opera star and a young white woman. But last week's excerpt left some of you wondering how they met and how they came together, so to speak. I hope this short 'Taster" answers those questions.
 
This story is based upon a Flash Fiction piece some asked me to expand upon...and so I did. It is also being crafted for Decadent Publishing's Beyond Fairytales line based upon Grimm's The Giant and the Tailor which I was assigned to submit for publication. I hope this clears things up a bit, if not, then please just enjoy the excerpt!

And when you have finished my excerpt, would you please leave a comment and then visit the other participating authors modest clips of their WIPs via the link below. TTFN, enjoy!!

Taylor Savior
That was when she met him, at an opening night reception of the San Francisco Symphony.

The orchestra warmed up as the wealthy patrons filed into the theatre and were settled. She wore a flowing yet form fitted white spaghetti strapped gown with a backline to the small of her back above the well-rounded cheeks of her ass. The cascading neckline tumbled in silken folds to her abdomen which revealed her breath in the soft rise of her alabaster breasts.

She was of medium height with an envious Rubenesque shape most men admired: long, shapely legs nipped tightly at the ankle, full breasted with pert erect nipples stretched against the fabric of her gown, round hips that accentuated a narrow waist and a lovely pleasing back that joined all her sumptuous qualities. Her eyes reflected an emerald depth with gold flecks that edged to hazel and were framed by neat, arched brows that narrowed to her temples where her heartbeat announced the rhythm of her life. Her rounded cheekbones accentuated the graceful curve of her jaw line as it narrowed to a slightly dimpled chin below heart-shaped ruby lips. Her only adornment was a starkly white gardenia nestled in the curves of her auburn curls that caressed the pale white opaque flesh of her face. The heavy floral fragrance of the corsage announced her arrival. She glided elegantly to her aisle and settled, like a dove, into her center seat. She was alone.

The house lights dimmed yet she glowed, demurely, in the white gown as if she were unmistakably the main attraction.

She stared as he walked onstage: a towering, self-assured black man, arms outstretched in black opulent leather to embrace the audience, she felt to embrace her. His piercing gaze locked irresistibly onto her, in all her radiant purity. His intense black eyes seemed to declare his hunger.

The opera house erupted with his full bass-baritone harmony. He sang, it seemed to Aynne, to no one but her as she smiled quite involuntarily. Each throaty, reverberating note he released strummed every nerve to her very foundation.  His musical seduction began, and would surely end she thought, with her in his outstretched arms. 

Her petulant feminine petals nestled in the protective mound where her thighs joined. They slowly filled with her eager response and unfolded the protection of the essential pearl of her existence as she answered his desire with a blush.


 
 
 
 

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15 comments :

  1. Really amazing description!

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    1. That, dear Linda, is how they met and why he selected her when there were so many others at the post symphony reception. It was destiny. The tether was knotted during the performance. Does that answer your question from last week?

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  2. Great descriptions- specially his voice.

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    1. Thank you, Summer. That is quite a compliment coming from such an artful wordsmith as you. xo

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  3. Wow, now I have to read the rest :)

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    1. Here is the next, Daily. So sweet of you to visit. This one is a bit saucier....or will be.
      http://muffywilson.blogspot.com/2014/07/thursday-taster-july-16-2014-taylor.html

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  4. descriptive, sexy, well done want to read more :)

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    1. Thank you for the encouragement. I have about 15k on this story, so we will forge ahead. Love you T, xo

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  5. I love your descriptions of the music and singing.

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    1. Thank you, Angelica. Kind of you to visit. xo

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  6. I love the power of your description in this piece. You rendering of her rubenesque beauty had me feeling things ;)
    Please do share more of this beautiful story.

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    1. Thank you, Don. It is always a pleaseure to 'move' you. xo

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  7. Damn, what an WIP. I love the way you put in your story; very descriptive and damn!

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  8. Absolutely stunning! The focus of your description of Aynne, her seated in the center of the audiende, and his eyes locked on her made way for the intense passion building. I love this. One of your best!

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  9. Fabulous!!! You described Aynne with elegant superb imagery, and the passion she held seemed so true. I imagined the eyes locking; it seemed so vivid and really felt I could hear the music. I love your Taster!!

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