Showing posts with label The Emerald Pool. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Emerald Pool. Show all posts

Tuesday, October 8, 2013

Tantalyzing Tuesday Teasers, October 8, 2013 ~ The Emerald Pool

Tantalyzing Tuesday Teasers are here once again to tempt your passions. We each select a photo and write a short 200 word story. They are all different and you are sure to find something that tickles your pleasure fancy. Just follow the link above to see all the participating authors then you can jump one-at-a-time to their blogs to read their sexy stories. Or, I will list them below my short heart-breaker then you can navigate to their blogs from here. Do leave a comment, too, but first...

We "discovered" an emerald, deep-water mountain pool in the Sierras on a drive to Lake Tahoe.  It was as freezing as you would expect and invariably, we always stayed too long in the spring snow runoff.  We were numb and so red our skin was almost blue; but we loved it. We were invigorated by secrecy of the emerald pool: the color a reflection of the redwoods against the intensely blue sky.  There had been many accidents and deaths to divers from the rock sheers that climbed above the emerald surface of the deep water jewel. This story is about one of them.....

The Emerald Pool
They sat in the car as they had so many times before, holding hands, nestling warm cheeks into pulsating napes. The sound of passion coursing through each heart could be heard over the thunderous falls. One youthful day, their lives changed forever, replaced by pain and heartbreak so real, so paralyzingly real.

He carried her to the water's edge as the fall's spray landed softly on her smile. It was here she almost lost her life and only here that she still felt alive.  The chilly spring fed pool suspended her painful, twisted body. The numbing, cold water was stark contrast to the hot, steamy penetration of his hard shaft. This was the only way she could feel his love.

She whimpered and abandoned her pain to his passion. He cupped the sunshine that was her drape to his face. Breathing in the aroma of memories, he stifled a silent scream as he whispered her name.

"Now," she sighed, touching her lover’s face tenderly. "Now................please" 

Breathless, he released her, crying; searing tears fell upon his misted face.  She drifted into the swirl of the emerald pool then disappeared into the waiting dark embrace of relief where she would forever be free.

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Now, do be a jewel, yourself, and swim over to the other writers and read their crafty creations. As I said, you can jump over to our authors page above on the link or you will find them listed like jewels themselves below. But, do go...go on now and leave them a comment too:) xo

Friday, March 2, 2012

Flash Fiction Friday, March 2, 2012 ~ The Emerald Pool

We are at it again.  This hot and sultry Flash Fiction Friday looks to be one of the sexiest FFF yet.  We Pupils of Purient Pedagogy have written, once again, our own 100 word interpretations of the same photo no doubt to the throbbing pulse of our heartbeats. 


Years ago as a young woman, I was introduced to a secret reservoir of spring water nestled in the foothills of the Sierras.  Spring fed and cold as cold could ever be, we swam and frolicked for as long as our naked,  goose-bumped bodies could tolerate the chill.  It was called the Emerald Pool by locals, and many swimmers had been injured by diving off of the granite rocks.  I have taken this life experience and turned it into this week's Flash Fiction Friday.  Read on...............this is mine.


The Emerald Pool

The chilly spring fed pool suspended her painful, twisted body. The stark contrast of the numbing water to the hot, steamy penetration of his hard shaft was the only way she could feel his love.

She whimpered as she abandoned her pain to their pleasures. He cupped her drape to his face, drowning in the aroma of memories, stifling a silent scream as he whispered her name.

"Now," she said softly, touching his face tenderly, "now................please"

He released his hold, crying.  She drifted into the swirl of the emerald pool then disappeared into the waiting dark embrace of relief where she would forever be free.

Interested in reading more takes on this interesting photo?  They are not all alike and each submission is written by one of my dear friends.  Follow this link to Flasher Fiction Friday to get Flashed by all of us:) xo  

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