Showing posts with label Simon Estes Revisited. Show all posts
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Tuesday, November 19, 2013

Tantalyzing Tuesday Teaser, November 19, 2013 ~ Simon Estes Revisited

I am late getting my Tantalyzing Tuesday Teaser up. I am SO sorry. Our Tuesday challenge is for participating authors to select a photograph that moves them in some way to write a 200 word story. Sounds relatively easy, but it is not to which I can testify today.

I hope you enjoy my short.  If you do, please leave me a comment below and have a visit to the other participating authors blogs indulging yourself in their quickies. You will find them all listed below like falling petals or at the link above.
Simon Estes Revisited
The orchestra was warming up as the wealthy patrons filed into the theatre and were settled. She wore a white spaghetti strapped gown with a cascading neckline to her abdomen which revealed her breath in the soft rise of her alabaster breasts. 

Her only adornment was a starkly white gardenia nestled in the curves of her auburn curls. The heavy floral fragrance announced her arrival. She glided elegantly to her aisle and relaxed, like a dove, into her center seat. She was alone.

The house lights dimmed; 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 leather to embrace the audience – to embrace her. His piercing gaze irresistibly locked onto her, in all her radiant purity. His eyes declared his hunger.

The opera house erupted in his full bass-baritone harmony. He sang to no one but her as she smiled. Each note he sang strummed every nerve in her very foundation.  His musical seduction began, and will end, in his outstretched arms. 

Her petals slowly filled with her eager response and unfolded their protection of her pearl as she answered his desire with a blush.

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