Tuesday, October 23, 2012

Tantalyzing Tuesday Teasers, October 23, 2012 ~ Jewelry in a Box

Oh, Teasers..........how much do I love this photograph???  Well, I am about to tell you in 200 words exactly, after that............I cannot be held responsible for whatever I say in the throes of heated passion.  Nor can I be accountable for what I may do, if played like a fine instrument.  I am beginning to quiver me timbers just thinking about it!!

So.............Do have a slow and fevered read over this hot, little story.  Stay awhile, reread me and finger the pages.  Can you smell my perfume, feel my presence surround you, eagerness engulf you?  My moist, warm feathered breath on your neck tickles your core into a response, does it not?  Well, now sufficiently "peaked," perhaps you'll please go have a saucy saunter over to my fiery friends pages and see what they have prepared for your indulgence.  Follow the link here, TantalyzingTuesdayTeaser, or knock them up - ooops, off!- one by one below. But, before you go, please honour me with a comment or more; a kiss before you leave would be my pleasure............xo 

Jewelry in a Box

I released a soft, muffled moan as he rubbed his fingertips over his handiwork.   As always, the newly trimmed beauty of my velveteen box fascinated him and after grooming me, his resistance finally waned.
“Ah, you have the most perfect slice of womanhood…it beckons to me every time I shave you,” he said in a whisper, his face mere inches from my eager petals and buried pearl. His hot breath felt like a bellow fanning my anticipation.
He slipped his fingers, one at a time, into my wet impatience until he had buried three long fingers to the hilt of his knuckles then curled them up into a fervent question mark.  His baby finger deftly found the pearl of my centre and quickly feathered the hooded jewel until fully erect, hard and straining for more attention.  While he pressed his fingertips upwards into the core of my passion, he played me as he would any fine instrument; he watched the rhythm and sounds overtake my total surrender.
“Ohhhhh, God….you torture me with your wicked touch …” He took his work very seriously; by the time he was through, I took his work very seriously, too. 
Voluntarily, my hips rose to meet his kiss .

Now, go see what lovely pleasures my fiery friends have waiting for you to feed your voracious purient appetite.  Click the link above or follow them one by one, like curled fingers of pleasure, below.  Bye for now...:) xo

J S Morbius: http://morbiussworld.blogspot.co.uk/
Paloma Beck: http://romancebeckons.blogspot.com/search/label/TantalizingTuesday
Ray Sostre: http://theafterdarkworld.blogspot.com
Cg Brumby: http://cgbrumby.blogspot.com.au
Gemma Parkes: http://gemmaparkes.blogspot.com/ 

Monday, October 15, 2012

Tantalyzing Tuesday Teasers, October 16, 2012 ~ Aching You

Lucky me, I have a few minutes to splash, in 200 words or less, across the page again for your lustful entertainment.  It is Tantalyzing Tuesday; it comes every week on this day, as we all should.  The photo that drew my attention today is this passionately painful piece that screams separation to me.  Why are they apart?  Is he sick, lured away by another, on a business trip or even....dead?  I don't know, do you ?  Tell me what you think has come between them in the comments below.  But first, let me paint you a background.....

Then, as you prepare to leave, plan a few wicked minutes to indulge in the Teasers my compatriots have drafted for your prurient pleasures.  You can jump to our control page on the link here, Tantalizing Tuesday Teasers, or you can visit them one at a time from my page.  They are all lined up like waiting lovers for you below, just before the comments section where you can leave me a short note on your thoughts about being teased by me........Enjoy, and love each other while you can:) xo

Aching You
Feigning strength, unwavering, I ran my fingers nonchalantly along the wall as I walked past the door to your closet, regarding it only as a threshold to the past.  I knew I couldn’t live in the past but I couldn’t breathe without you.  I couldn’t exist in the lost days but I wouldn’t survive without them.  I couldn’t welcome today with the memories of our love cinching an aching grip upon my heart.  How could I continue living without your love to fold around me in passion, love and comfort?

Drawn, weakened finally, to the door of your closet, I stopped.  Was that the rustle of you dressing, the smell of your cologne and the soft low resonant hum of your favorite song escaping your throat?  I ached for you and pressed my body against the door.  The cool partition which separated me from my you, from our love, from the throbbing truth, seared my yearning flesh.

There is no life without you: no heartbeat, no air connecting the thoughts between us.  Oh, God, please bring him back to me or take me with him, into his eternal embrace.

As I readied, I prayed.  I  cried quietly…………return to me.
 So, what do your think?  Leave me a comment below then off to visit my friends you go!!  They will show you wonderfully lascivious hospitality.  You'll be drooling all over your keyboard for some alone time!  Have fun, my darlings.  Now, go on...scoot! 
Naomi Shaw: www.authornaomishaw.com
Pablo Michaels (Michael T. Jordan): http://pmmanmanromance.weebly.com
J S Morbius: http://morbiussworld.blogspot.co.uk/
Ray Sostre: http://theafterdarkworld.blogspot.com
Angelica Dawson: http://angelicadawson.blogspot.com
Jake Malden: http://jakemalden.blogspot.com
Cg Brumby: http://cgbrumby.blogspot.com.au
Gemma Parkes: http://gemmaparkes.blogspot.com/
Paloma Beck: http://romancebeckons.blogspot.com/search/label/TantalizingTuesday

Wednesday, October 10, 2012

Tantalyzing Tuesday Teasers, October 10, 2012 ~ Dance Me Through Love

I have been so busy of late, I have missed that which I enjoy the most ~ writing for you.  So, today, a day late and on the fly, I have put together a short teaser based upon this lovely, sensuous photo.  It is only 200 words, those are the rules: no more, no less.

I hope you enjoy my response to, and interpretation of, this sexy photograph.  While you are dabbling at my table, spend some time with my fellow authors and see what photograph inspired their 200 words.  You will be so glad you indulged your fancy; a little like death by chocolate.  Would there ever, could there ever, be a better way to die?

Dance Me Through Love

Seated at the bar in the smoke filled room, only her pale exotic profile and the flesh of her legs were visible in the darkness.  The achingly soulful music from the lone guitar rose from the depths like a strengthening, mesmerizing blaze.  She toyed with a Martini: up, shaken not stirred, with a hint of lemon zest. 

She felt him behind her; he moved so close, she was warmed by his heat.  Touching the pulse at her throat, she shifted uneasily and crossed her long legs at the knees, exposing more lace covered flesh. Tonight, unlike any other night, he lowered his open mouth to her neck and whispered above the guitar, “Dance me through love”.  His soft, feathered breath sent flames down her body and threatened a seductive inferno.

She rose gracefully, floating into his embrace as he held her fully, pressing his body into her eager curves.  He slid his impatient fingertips under her arm, at the full of her breast, then down to the hot small of her back.  He pulled her tight so she could feel his growing response to the fragrance of her hair as she melted to his will.
So, I hope you enjoyed my little tidbit of a tantalyzing teaser.  Remember, there are more where that came from but you need to follow the link, Tantalizing Tuesday Teasers, where you can visit all my purient partners.   Or you can flitter back and forth from my page, one at a time but leave a comment for me.  It has been a long time and I ache for your approval............
Jake Malden: http://jakemalden.blogspot.com
Angelica Dawson: http://angelicadawson.blogspot.com
Ray Sostre: http://theafterdarkworld.blogspot.com
J S Morbius: http://morbiussworld.blogspot.co.uk/
Cg Brumby: http://cgbrumby.blogspot.com.au
Dianne Hartsock: http://diannehartsock.wordpress.com/tantalizing-tuesday-5/
Gemma Parkes: http://gemmaparkes.blogspot.com/
Don Abdul: http://don-abdul.blogspot.com/
Pablo Michaels: http://pmmanmanromance.weebly.com
Paloma Beck: http://romancebeckons.blogspot.com

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


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?
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

Monday, July 30, 2012

Tantalyzing Tuesday Teaser, July 31, 2012 ~ Surprising Ben

Today is a typical Tantalyzing Tuesday: hot, humid and steaming with sultry molten desires.  However, we prurient partners of ink on pages are limited in our descriptions of whatever photograph that inspires us to only 200 words or less.  I thought this photo particularly inspiring, don't you?  Yummy six-pack tummy.  So have a languid read of my teaser I call Surprising Ben........whom do you think was really surprised? Ben? 

After you have answered that delicious question, have a romp around to my prurient partners, see the photos that inspired them and read their Teasers.  You'll be ready for a real rodeo after all that, I promise.  You can do them one at a time, right after me of course, or go to our blog page where we have them all corralled for your pleasure.... Now, go on, giddyap:) xo

Surprising Ben
 The night air was still, hot and humid making her light cotton dress stick close to her moist, glowing dark skin.  She reached back and pulled her long black hair away from her glistening neck and shoulders.  Her mind raced to the thought of Ben mucking the stalls; how his taunt tanned muscles would be glistening with sweat as he shoveled; how shards of hay would be sprinkled across his back, as if unable to resist the temptation to touch him.

"Oh, God............." she whispered as she pulled her dress away from her curves.

Soon she was at the door and quietly tip-toed behind some bales of hay, peered out to the side and watched Ben.  It made her spine tingle, often to the point she felt light-headed.  She watched him work, mesmerized by the beads of sweat that pooled between his shoulder blades and ran to the small of his back disappearing at his waistband.

Every time he grunted with exertion, she imagined him pushing deeply, tightly inside her.  Dizzy with desire, her hand dropped to her lap and her fingers sought out her wet eagerness..............she moaned.

Ben, turning instinctively towards the invitation, had allowed her to watch for the last time................

(Note:  Salutations and credits to the inspiration of my friend, Richard A. Webber who, no doubt, started this dialog and my journey with Ben on a whim...:) xo

Now, run 'round and have yourself a peek at the other extraordinary work of this fine group of talented writers known as Tantalizing Tuesday Teasers.  Maybe you'll lasso yourself up a 'lil filly or two for your coral, sugah.  Just follow the link in the logo above mah head, or do 'em one at a time below me.  Either way, please be a love and leave me a comment:) xo

Naomi Shaw: www.authornaomishaw.com
Jake Malden: http://jakemalden.blogspot.co.uk/
Julez S Morbius: http://morbiussworld.blogspot.co.uk/
Molly Synthia: http://mollysynthia.com
Venus Cahill: http://www.venusbookluvr.blogspot.com
Savannah Chase http://www.savannahchase.com/blog
Dianne Hartsock: http://diannehartsock.wordpress.com/tantalizing-tuesday-2/
Cg Brumby: http://cgbrumby.blogspot.com.au/p/tantalizing-tuesday-index.html
Veronica Fredricks: http://authorveronicafredricks.blogspot.com
Cyril J. Michael: http://authorcyriljmichaels.blogspot.com
Gemma Parkes: http://gemmaparkes.blogspot.com/
Don Abdul: http://don-abdul.blogspot.com/

Sunday, July 29, 2012

Breathless Press Sunday Fun, July 29, 2012 ~ Phoenix Rising

Again, my friend Dianne Hartsock challenges us all with yet another Breathless Press Sunday Fun photo designed to spur the creative juices with this wonderful photograph.  And I popped out of a whole new hole for me, albeit a creative one, I think.  Read this short Sunday Fun Flash and see what you think.  Then let me know by leaving a comment below.  You know what a slave I am to praise..........Enjoy:) xo

Hey, wait!

You can’t take your shirt off here….

*bites lip* And the tie…

Well, maybe you can.

What do the rest of you think?

Phoenix Rising
We pulled into the driveway for it seemed like the first time.   My whole body was rushing, my heart pounded through my chest like a downhill racer.  We walked into the house and I offered her a drink; I had left the music playing and the lights dim so the view of the desert valley would shine against the night sky.  I had hoped to hide the inevitable. She accepted the offer and excused herself to freshen up.
She returned from the bathroom in just her lace underwear and lipstick.  I gulped a breath at her barefooted beauty, suspended in this moment, as if it were the first time I had ever seen her.  She was the most beautiful person I had ever known, and she loved me.  She whispered her love in screams of passion against my fevered chest….a chest she had not laid eyes upon in several months.
“Show me”, she murmured in the softest tone.  “Show me everything.”
I hesitated for a moment too long to her liking.  She rose; the crescendo of the music carried her to my side and she traced her red-tipped fingers across my chest as she circled around me to my back.  She grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my head from the back.
“Show me,” and Scheherazade filled the room with mounting anticipation in the fragrant, darkened shadows lit only by the flickering eyes of God.
Relieved she was at my back, I started to take off my tie and shirt.  Impatient was she, her arms around me from behind, with deft hands and fingers at ready work on my shirt.
I couldn’t breathe.  My heart palpitated and my pulse raced in eager anticipation.  I was frozen.  I wanted what we wanted but resisted the inescapable reveal of that first moment.  The veins in my neck stretched the announcement of my heat; perspiration formed on my upper lip as she unbuttoned my shirt.  And she circled to the front.
“Now, the tie…….take it off,” she near growled.
I complied with nervous stumbling fingertips, afraid of the end result.  Fearful of her negative response, would she be able to tell?   Would the scars belie my secret revealing me to the world as a fraud?  Would it make a difference?  More than that, would she still love me...want me?
At once, my clothes were in a fabric puddle around my feet; her eyes consumed every line, every inch, and every nuance of my body.  She walked around me, then stood before me framed by the image of the purple hued desert valley below with the stars in the night above.  Dressed only in satin and lace, she smiled.
Her smile broke the anxious expectation of anticipation; I relaxed, nervously, and finally breathed in what had seemed like an eternity.
“I can’t call you LuAnne anymore; will Larry do, darling?”
Breathless Press

Sunday, July 22, 2012

Sunday Fun At Breathless Press, July 22, 2012 ~ Deeply, Softly

Sunday Fun, at Breathless Press, finds us challenged once again by my friend Dianne Hartsock who dangles this fine morsel  of a man in front of us and asks us, of all things (!!!!), to imagine what we would do with him given this dare...................You Write It!!!

Hey, come here.

I have something to tell you. A secret.

Closer! I won’t bite.

*grins* Unless you like it..........

Deeply, Softly

Every other day, the click-clack of my heels announced my arrival down the long tiled floors of the auditorium.  Every other day, the young man in the third row center followed my entrance into the lecture hall from the moment I opened the door.  Every other day, I wondered why it always made me start, when I caught his gaze and returned his curiosity.

His eyes were the pale blue of the sky reflecting upon the emerald green of the salted ocean waters.  And his stare, that is all one could call it, was disconcerting.  It bordered on rudeness, but somehow, it wasn’t.  As I lectured, the same lecture to the same faceless seniors on the same day of every new collegiate year, I wandered in and out of the calm cool pools that were his eyes.  He watched me: never smiling, never responding, never flirtatious.  In the beginning, I was almost alarmed by his seemingly cold superiority and then I felt confronted, confused, upset and finally………..the challenge set the tempo.

He never responded; he just slipped the hypnotic stare of his gaze under my skin to crawl its way to my stomach and the soft receptive folds of my center.  Every other day, he unnerved me more.  The magnetic rapture of his steely blue eyes were made only stronger by the dark frame of his black eyelashes.  I could drown in those eyes.

Even before the click-clack of my heels announced my arrival down the long tiled floors of the auditorium, I felt a passion build inside my body as the swagger of my thighs focused the heat upon the pearl of my existence.  That excitement was unlocked at the moment his gaze weaved its way to my trembling core.  I could not wait to see him; every other day, I thought about him as I showered, rubbing the poof across my body, water caressing every curve I wanted his hands to explore, his mouth to devour, his eyes to memorize.  My nipples reached for a caress as the soft mound where my thighs met trembled in anticipation.

The click-clack of my heels announced my arrival down the long tiled floors of the auditorium.  His gaze stopped my breath until I had a moment to regain my composure.  His ice blue stare grabbed my gaze, holding my passions hostage to a calm exterior.  His eyes followed me everywhere as I lectured the faceless audience.  He took notes on his laptop without ever releasing me to look elsewhere.  I felt the perspiration bead on my forehead and between my breasts, pooling at the underwire of my bra causing a tickle as it escaped by the cleave of my belly to the heat of my obsession.

I could no longer resist.  I must know the source of his hold, the well-spring of his power over me.

 Mr. Emery, please remain after lecture.

Yes, Ms. Blanchard.  And it struck me; I had never heard his voice.  The seduction was complete.  His voice was a velvet cover in which his ardor wrapped me.  Oh, how I imagined his breath upon the small of my neck, commanding softly my every will through his demanding lips on my flesh. This was our destiny……….I was ready.


Mr. Emery, his very name rolling off of my tongue felt like a kiss, please come down here to me………………….
Yes, Ms. Blanchard.  Would you please help me?  I am blind, you see.................

Julez S Morbius: http://morbiussworld.blogspot.co.uk/
Kerrianne Coombes http://kerriannecoombes.wordpress.com/
Don Abdul: http://don-abdul.blogspot.com/
Dianne Hartsock: http://diannehartsock.wordpress.com/tantalizing-tuesday/
Cg Brumby: http://cgbrumby.blogspot.com.au/p/tantalizing-tuesday-index.html
Ray Sostre: http://theafterdarkworld.blogspot.com
Jp Archer: http://jp-archer.blogspot.com
Gemma Parkes: http://gemmaparkes.blogspot.com/
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Friday, July 20, 2012

Flash Fiction Friday, July 20, 2012 ~ Summer Sizzle

I imagine it is hot everywhere with the oppressive waves of humidity laying lazily like a blanket of swetlering sunshine one simply cannot escape.  But, I have good news!!!  It is Flash Fiction Friday and for a few moments, maybe more if you too are inspired, you can lay around in the cool dark calm of your privacy and read the sexy posts this subject photograph has inspired in the minds of some wonderful writers participating today.

I thought this photograph was taken in the sweet sizzling swamps of the Louisana Bayou where cousins spend alot of time together in the summer heat growing from girls into women, and the men are glad of it.  Have a saucy read of my 100 word shortie......then move on to the others, dahlin'.

Summer Sizzle

Ah declare, these dog days are wonderful for my complexion but are downright oppressive.  Why does God do this to me?  I cannot breathe!! 
Ultima, run ‘round and fetch me a bowl of ice, honey; I want you to cool me with the cubes.  Thank you, dahlin’.  Now start with my chest.  ‘Member how Momma used to rub our chests to get us to sleep?  Oh, cuz, that is dee-vine. You’re makin’ my nipples hard, sugah.............
Mah skin is on fire and my pussy tha furnace!  Trace one ‘o those down mah belly and slip it in mah…………yes, dahlin’, jus’ like that. 
I am really hot, now, baby gurl............  

Now, grab a bowl of ice so you can run 'round and have a lascivious look at more entertaining takes on the delicious photograph at Flasher Fiction Friday.  Skit, now, go..........go on, get !!!!

Savannah Chase http://www.savannahchase.com/blog
S. J. Maylee http://SJMaylee.com
Dianne Hartsock: http://diannehartsock.wordpress.com/flash-fiction-friday/
Julez S Morbius: http://morbiussworld.blogspot.co.uk/
Sherri Hayes: http://sherri-hayes.blogspot.com/
Venus Cahill: http://www.venusbookluvr.blogspot.com
Veronica Fredricks: http://authorveronicafredricks.blogspot.com

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