Tuesday, December 31, 2013

Tantalyzing Tuesday Teaser, January 31, 2013 ~ La Luna Passionata

Today is the last Tantalyzing Tuesday Teaser of the year 2013. We have a plethora of prurient partners who have toiled in preparation of their finest passionate missives for your year-end pleasure. You can read each of their wonderful 200 word stories (no more no less), based upon a photo of their own selection that tickles their muse, by following the link above.  I also have them listed like gourmet appetizers for your New Year's Eve party upon which to nibble..............yummy.

Now, There are 5 "Super Moons" or "Perigee Moons" in the year of 2014, two of which are in January. The term "Super Moon" doesn't come from astronomy nor is it the same as a Full Moon (there are full moons each month). It’s comes from astrology but refers to the moon being at it's closest point in relation to the earth on those few days each year. Now there isn't much notable about that but what is highly unique and unusual is for the first Super Moon to be on the first day of the first month of the New Year. There is something magical about that, don't you think??

So, in honor of  the Super Moon, the Perigee Moon, I have written a piece I titled, "La Luna Passionata". If you enjoy my missive would you please leave me a comment?  You know how much I adore the attention...


La Luna Passionata
La Luna Passionata nestled on the lips of the water’s edge like a soft kiss casting a reflection of blue and white gold.  

She ascended the steps of the infinity pool as if floating from the bay waters and settled along the pool edge with the grace of a feather.  Her skin, like liquid lava and covered in tiny droplets, reflected the moon’s embrace in thousands of glimmering sequins.


Her back, arched between her shoulders to her hips, seemed to be reaching for more of the Moon's attention as she sighed. I smelled her perfume, at once released into the night air, as the aroma rode the silver gossamer wings to where I sat.



My eyes feasted in her shadows.  Her silhouette was a banquet of flowing curves: nipples hard and stretched into the moonlight crowned her breasts, alabaster round and full. 

The slope of her taunt stomach to the silken slit where her thighs met was fluid, a single stroke from God’s hand on this canvas of carnal beauty.

Her splendor was overwhelming.  She turned her head, extended a graceful arm and gazed at me while our eyes touched in a magnetic caress.  


Seduced by her beckoning, I rose, and joined the Perigee Moon to feast upon her pleasures.


Participating Authors



Happy New Year
with love,
Muffy

Friday, December 20, 2013

Flash Fiction Friday, December 20, 2013 ~ In Dream Situ

It is Flash Fiction Friday from the marvelous writers at Will Blog for Sex on Facebook. It is a challenge of a common photo and only 100 words to write the story the photo inspires for the writers. You can find the participating authors at the link above or listed below. If you enjoy my post, please leave me a comment. The comments are rare and much appreciated.

In Dream Situ
She only came to him at night when his mind was released, vulnerable…..passionate. The desire and erotic longing left him a captive of his carnal lust. With breathless anticipation, he waited for her. 

The sun slowly dropped behind the horizon in a blaze of red and gold bursts of purple glory. The moon rose leisurely, seductively, and reflected the magical radiance before the iridescent golden hue dissipated. The mystical rays of platinum gold gathered in a collective aura and framed the appearance of the shimmering beauty.

He never wanted anything until he met her, and then, he wanted nothing more.


Participating Authors



Tuesday, December 17, 2013

Tantalyzing Tuesday Christmas Blog Hop, December 17-20, 2013 ~ The Unforgiving Sea

Tantalyzing Tuesday Teaser's Christmas Blog Hop is in full swing.  Don't miss the prizes galore and gifts offered by the participating  authors. All you have to do is read the short 200 word flash fiction story written by the author and comment on the blog in the area below the post. The stories are based on a photograph of the writer's selection which inspires a teaser.

I lived in San Francisco, years ago, and when I saw a picture of the old Cliff House, it brought back memories of Point Lobos and the ruins of the Sutro Bath House. The old Cliff House burned down in 1906 and was replaced by a beautiful structure that is revered and honors the past.

I hope you enjoy my jaunt into the past and if so, please leave me a comment below. Then please jump to the other author pages via the link above or I have the writers listed one by one like sea shells on the beach. TaTa for now....Enjoy!!


The Unforgiving Sea
It was low season below the old Cliff House; the wind and surf were bitingly cruel off Point Lobos. 

The wind and surf swept his stinging pain and replaced it with a numb darkness devoid of sensation.  His thoughts escaped their quiet shelter and he wanted to drop to his knees in the deadening surf and scream to the world…….

“Why, Deidre, why suicide…..?”

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 lied.  At his own hands, he had stabbed Deidre in the heart with shards of truth and spikes of lies trying to assuage his guilt. He witnessed Deidre’s total collapse under the truth of his betrayal as she fell into Chuck’s arms.

It was over, over in the roaring surf which stifled his sorrowful screams. Under the weight of his tears of infidelity, Chuck walked into the ancient breakers below the witness Cliff House.

Chuck’s guilt and shame were crushing; he was a coward in the face of Deidre’s strength.  He deserved no less than the cold, heartless sentence the unforgiving sea delivered him.





Christmas Blog Hop Participating Author's

         1Naomi Shaw  5J S Morbius  9Jake Malden  
         2Doris O'Connor  6. Raven McAllan  10. Gemma Parkes  
         3. Muffy Wilson  7Dariel Raye  11. Alexandra Anthony  
         4. Pablo Michaels  8Molly Synthia  12. Leann Mitchell  







Friday, December 13, 2013

Christmas Blog Hop 13-16 December 2013 ~ Lookers

It's our Christmas Blog Hop which lasts three (count 'em 3!!!) full days. Our stories are inspired by a common photo and a maximum 100 word story challenge. It is fun, entertaining and you stand to win prizes on every participating author's short if you post a comment on each page.

So....all you have to do is post a comment on each author's submission and you are entered automatically! The link to the participating writer pages is above or I have listed them one-by-one like ornaments on my Christmas Tree below.

This photo inspired a short story between a brother and sister who is trying to earn a little extra Christmas bootie for presents.......but, how?  The question is answered, to her brother's dismay, to the tune of a 1062 classic by David Rose, "Night Train".

Don't forget o leave a comment with each author to possibly win a prize!!!
Lookers
They were headed back to the squad, tired and thirsty, after the 'Hot' drill.  He couldn't believe his eyes through the glaring neons flashing titties and torsos on the club's logo Martini sign.

It was her car in the parking lot!

He brought the rig to a screeching, swerving halt on the street in front of "Lookers".

He stormed in and came to a dead stop as his eyesight adjusted in the smoky darkness. Sultry music played loudly as he gradually recognized the young beauty spread eagled pole-dancing.

Carrying her out to wolf whistles and fistfuls of money… 

"Babysitting for Christmas cash, huh, Sissy?"


Participating Christmas Blog Hop Authors









Flash Fiction Friday the 13th, December 13, 2013 ~ Rescue Me

Today is Flash Fiction Friday and a dozen writers have collected to entertain and fascinate you with the 100 word (no more, no less - dem's da rules!) short stories based on a common photograph to all. Today's subject photo is a wonderful image of a bruiser fireman saving a damsel in distress, quite obviously.

I am positive you will enjoy reading all the author's creative missives after you have perused mine below. You will be able to access all the authors submissions at the link above or I always list them one by one below for your easy access.

Because today's photo includes a pole-dancing damsel at a sleazy south-side skin joint, today's accompanying music is 'Night Train" by David Rose, a 1962 classic.  
Enjoy, mes amours!!


Rescue Me
He met her pole-dancing at Lookers, a sleazy south-side skin joint.  Night after night, she teased and led him on for money, laughing.  

Finally, he followed her home, planning.

He'd talked to a dozen callers.  He explained it was a fun fantasy his girlfriend wanted for her birthday. She asked to be rescued, kicking and screaming, and then brought to him to be "resuscitated" by both men.

The Craigslist ad read.....

"Rescue Me Fantasy:
Big strong fireman with a hose to match.
Fireman's carry a must. Key above the door.
Call 555-0695 for details." 

The bitch'd never laugh in his face again.... ever.




Participating Authors




Tuesday, December 10, 2013

Tantalyzing Tuesday Teasers, December 10, 2013 ~ Stolen Souls

As Tantalyzing Tuesday Teasers rolls around, I am feeling a bit dark. Haven't we all teetered on the precipice of oblivion?  The edge of a dark abyss, on a cliffhanger in our lives?  I think so and I am not sure we have always made the right decision, but perhaps made a decision born of necessity, convenience or profit.

Ashamed?  No never!  Not always proud of the course my life took, I tried to improve. I tried to learn from my mistakes and change the course of my destiny. For every day is another opportunity to change, to improve, to be the person you choose to be in the life you choose to make for yourself. Every day is another chance at a do-over: God's clean slate. 

I was lucky. Some are not.

Howsoever, today is a day to indulge yourself in the magical musing missives of my cohorts. Please leave me a comment and then visit the participating authors in today's challenge: pick a photo that inspires a 200 word (no more, no less) short story. Enjoy!


Stolen Souls
In the darkest of nights, with a heavy heart to match, she wondered how she had ever fallen so far from grace. There were no stars dancing across the onyx sky playfully; the alabaster moon was ashamed to light her way and hid behind the bashful marshmallow clouds. 

The only signs of God were the tears He had shed and left to dry upon glossy beaten pavement amongst the cigarette butts, dog shit and candy wrappers.

On the corner, she stood across from the hot dog stand, wiggled her full hips playing the part to adoring eyes, and straightened her zippered leather mini. As instructed, she took the stairs into the bowels of the basement; she gathered her steely reserves, took a deep breath and told herself it wasn't anything she hadn't done for free in the past. 

But, tonight…she felt hopeless.

A victim of her own bad decisions, she couldn't seem to stop the falling cascade into oblivion. She was beautiful, intelligent, charmingly confident but painfully self-doubting. A soft touch, a kind word or unsuspecting gentleness won her loyalty. 

However, money bought her favors.

She tapped upon the soiled door in the shadowed black abyss, sighed, smiled .... and entered. 


Participating Authors







Friday, December 6, 2013

Flash Fiction Friday, December 6, 2013 ~ Prairie Orchid

Flash Fiction Friday, with the creative author group at Will Blog For Sex, is back today to entertain with their missives of 100 words or less based upon the photograph below. I think you will enjoy all of our creative interpretations. Mine runs a little long, but where to cut? Not from her and certainly not from our bathing cowboy.  Oh my, oh my.... 

Well, you read it and leave me a comment then catch the Pony Express and ride over to the other wildly creative writers to read their shorts on the link above or lined up like horses on a hitching post below. Saddle up; enjoy the read to the theme from "Upon A Time In The West"
Prairie Orchid
She’d seen him handle the ponies from the big house. Oh God, touch me; whisper in my ear; put your palm on my cheek, please …….
***
Gathering her determination, she pushed further into the bunkhouse. Perspiration glowed like fiery rhinestones on her body and ignited a burning ache.  Tucking her hem up exposed her long, fluid legs as she stepped into the steamy clouds.  She sat on the edge, knees apart, fingers draped on her satin inner thighs framing her eager blossom. A strap fell off the small of her shoulder exposing the iridescent flesh of her quivering breast.

Her passionate quintessence escaped her body in a soft moan of desire.

“Coffee, for a prairie beauty?”

“No, thanks.……………. I brought you a prairie orchid. ”


Participating Authors





Tuesday, December 3, 2013

Tantalyzing Tuesday Teaser, December 3, 2013 ~ The Incantation of Penelope

Today is Tantalyzing Tuesday where we tickle you with our 200 word teasers written from a picture prompt of our own choosing. I have dipped my creative quill into a bit of Greek Mythology ink. My namesake is Penelope but I flourish and take erotic license under the pen name of Muffy.

I do hope you enjoy this sojourn into a centuries old love affair. If so, do leave me a comment and then please visit the other participating authors. They are wildly creative, select fabulous photographs and love to entertain adoring readers. You will be able to click the link above to see them collected on our group page or you will find them listed below like jewels at your feet.......Enjoy!! 


The Incantation of Penelope
The sun kissed the remains of the day and abandoned the long hours with a final radiant blush. Velveteen darkness descended across the sky and the moon lead the stars as they appeared shyly, one by one. This was the same moon and the same stars reflected in the night sky that you promised to lay at my feet for a lifetime.

I knelt outside and I prayed in the evening chill. I prayed to find my way to you. I summoned the influence of the Goddess over the moon and stars in an incantation of unrequited love.

The heavens collected the power of my love in a field of ignited, mesmeric flurry at my fingertips and I saw your face. I accepted the supremacy of our destiny and our hearts as your outstretched arms reached to hold me in an embrace.

I knew then that I could wait forever for your return. I knew then that the tides of time would turn and bring you back to me. I knew that all the days of my life I would spend in your arms, loving only you in my dreams of passionate consummation as I waited.

Odysseus, my love……” I whispered. 



Participating Authors






Friday, November 29, 2013

Flash Fiction Friday, November 29, 2013 ~ Hide'n Go Seek

Flash Fiction Friday: another photo prompt, another 100 word shorty. This weeks photo is dark so it inspired a dark flash from me. After you read my flash, please have a romp over to my cohorts blogs to read their interpretations of the subject photo.

When you are through here, please follow the link above or use my page as a lily pad as you'll find all the participating authors listed below. Now, hopefully, you'll enjoy the darker side of my writing.....

Hide'n Go Seek
The young lovers, returning to campus after spring break, decided to take a refreshing break from the long drive. They took a narrow road through a forested area to the familiar, secluded lake. It smelled invitingly clean, woody and musky. Doffing their clothes, they jumped in eagerly and joined in a kiss.

Darkness fell.

They emerged from the lake to find their belongings were gone. Naked, they froze and were met by men in camouflage with rifles.

“It’s your lucky day, kiddies; you gonna play a live video game………”

"WTF", Natalie screamed!

They shot her where she stood.

“Now, RUN!!!


Participating Authors

Tuesday, November 26, 2013

Tantalyzing Tuesday Teasers, November 26, 2013 ~ Dance Me Through Love

Tantalyzing Tuesday Teaser is upon us once more. It is a day I love to indulge myself with by writing my interpretation of a picture prompt of my own selection. Today, I have chosen a dance between lovers in a smoke filled, darkened Cantina drawn together by the rhythm of a sole guitar.

And while you are entertaining yourself, but after you please leave me a comment, visit the other participating scribes for their inspirational pieces. They are at the link above or listed like notes dancing across a page of sheet music below. Enjoy, lovers....

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 dirty Martini while the alabaster cleavage of her breasts rose with her nervous breath.

She felt him behind her; he moved so close, she was warmed by his heat. 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, exposing more of her thigh through the slit in her tight skirt. Floating on currents of magnetic surrender into his embrace, he held her fully, pressing his body into her eager curves. 

He slid his impatient fingertips under her arm, at the soft fullness 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.

“Yes…...........”  as she melted to his will.


Participating Authors





Friday, November 22, 2013

Flash Fiction Friday, November 22, 2013 ~ Soul to Soul

Another Friday means another Flash Fiction Friday photograph common to all the participating authors and a mere 100 words to write an inspired flash. This photo stumped me, if not a few of the other authors. That can be a good thing because we have to stretch and in the end, it is always interesting to see how the photo spoke to the other writers. 

Do be a good sport and go read all the other flashes by using the link above, or I have listed them one-by-one below. Please be kind and leave me a comment. This is a bit darker than normal however still descriptive as is my usual style.  I give you Soul to Soul.......enjoy!


Soul to Soul
He was a world renowned and wildly eccentric psychic. He had given her specific directives as he wanted a pure and uninfluenced reading.

She had removed all telltale evidence of her life and covered herself in a black floor length robe from the foyer, as instructed. She entered the candle lit room that smelled of Patchouli Oil and incense then sat on the cushions on the floor. The dark room hummed with a quiet undercurrent of sitar and chanting.

He entered, sat behind her in the darkness and placed his fingertips upon her temples.

“Murder will not bring you happiness, independence ……….nor freedom.”


Participating Authors





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.

Participating Authors


Friday, November 15, 2013

Flash Fiction Friday, November 15, 2013 ~ Musical Kiss

Flash Fiction Friday is a FAB-ulous day for you because we participating authors get to titillate your titilles, well, at least we think it is fabulous. As you know, a photo that is common to us all is used as the inspiration piece for us to write a 100 word short. It isn't as easy as it sounds to write a story that coveys time, purpose and passion in so few words. But, it is fun and it is a challenge.

Please do have a visit to all the talented scribes in today's challenge and read their short stories. You can click on the link above or visit them from my theatre stage below listed one-by-one  like the lonely strings on a harp. Please do be kind; comments are appreciated. Enjoy!! Now, permit me to introduce the Musical Kiss ~

Musical Kiss
She seemingly floated on stage with the ribbons and folds of her dress softly trailing behind her: a procession of silk, lace and hand-sewn pearls proclaiming her royalty.

No royalty she, just a woman whose passion connected her heart and soul to her fingertips. She sat elegantly and pulled the harp to her bosom, her very essence charged by the lovingly hand-carved harp. The magnetic contact produced a passionate stroke, a musical ascension of notes joined in a single embrace of full harmony.

She sent her musical kiss into the theatre to seduce her audience as she had been seduced decades earlier…


Participating Authors





Tuesday, November 12, 2013

Tantalyzing Tuesday Teaser, November 12, 2013 ~ "On The Wire" by Robert W. Service

As I write this, it is Veteran's Day. It is a day of all importance as we honor our men, women and families that have served our Country honorably in wartime, peacetime ~ abroad and at home. We have always kept the home fires burning as we await your safe return into our arms.

In my family alone, we celebrate 11 generations of men, women and families that have fought for our Freedom and that of our Allies. And as we know, Freedom is not free. I chose to reprint today my Mother's favorite poet, Robert W. Service. His piece, On The Wire, depicts the price of Freedom too well.

Please be kind and visit all the other participating authors of Tantalizing Tuesday Teasers by clicking on the link or visiting them one by one, listed below. I am sure their Teasers are more in keeping with our fun group and that is to select a photo that inspires a 200 word tickler tease. I chose to depart from the rules on this National Holiday to honor our Veterans, past, present and future. God Bless America. God Bless and thank you for your service to our Country and Allies.

On The Wire
by
Robert W. Service
O God, take the sun from the sky!
It's burning me, scorching me up.
God, can't You hear my cry?
'Water! A poor, little cup!'
It's laughing, the cursed sun!
See how it swells and swells
Fierce as a hundred hells!
God, will it never have done?
It's searing the flesh on my bones;
It's beating with hammers red
My eyeballs into my head;
It's parching my very moans.
See! It's the size of the sky,
And the sky is a torrent of fire,
Foaming on me as I lie
Here on the wire . . . the wire. . . .


Of the thousands that wheeze and hum
Heedlessly over my head,
Why can't a bullet come,
Pierce to my brain instead,
Blacken forever my brain,
Finish forever my pain?
Here in the hellish glare
Why must I suffer so?
Is it God doesn't care?
Is it God doesn't know?
Oh, to be killed outright,
Clean in the clash of the fight!
That is a golden death,
That is a boon; but this . . .
Drawing an anguished breath
Under a hot abyss,
Under a stooping sky
Of seething, sulphurous fire,
Scorching me up as I lie
Here on the wire . . . the wire. . . .


Hasten, O God, Thy night!
Hide from my eyes the sight
Of the body I stare and see
Shattered so hideously.
I can't believe that it's mine.
My body was white and sweet,
Flawless and fair and fine,
Shapely from head to feet;
Oh no, I can never be
The thing of horror I see
Under the rifle fire,
Trussed on the wire . . . the wire. . . .


Of night and of death I dream;
Night that will bring me peace,
Coolness and starry gleam,
Stillness and death's release:
Ages and ages have passed,--
Lo! it is night at last.
Night! but the guns roar out.
Night! but the hosts attack.
Red and yellow and black
Geysers of doom upspout.
Silver and green and red
Star-shells hover and spread.
Yonder off to the right
Fiercely kindles the fight;
Roaring near and more near,
Thundering now in my ear;
Close to me, close . . . Oh, hark!
Someone moans in the dark.
I hear, but I cannot see,
I hear as the rest retire,
Someone is caught like me,
Caught on the wire . . . the wire. . . .


Again the shuddering dawn,
Weird and wicked and wan;
Again, and I've not yet gone.
The man whom I heard is dead.
Now I can understand:
A bullet hole in his head,
A pistol gripped in his hand.
Well, he knew what to do,--
Yes, and now I know too. . . .


Hark the resentful guns!
Oh, how thankful am I
To think my beloved ones
Will never know how I die!
I've suffered more than my share;
I'm shattered beyond repair;
I've fought like a man the fight,
And now I demand the right
(God! how his fingers cling!)
To do without shame this thing.
Good! there's a bullet still;
Now I'm ready to fire;
Blame me, God, if You will,
Here on the wire . . . the wire. . . .




Participating Authors




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