The Hunt

Blindfold me.

Go and hide.

Let me search for you.  I'll hunt you with touch, by listening for the sound of your breath and movements.

I will stalk you like a predator.  When I find you, try to escape.  Pull, tug away, grunt, break free and run again.  It'll be easier to find you the second time, with your breaths more labored and my adrenaline burning like fire in the veins.  Keep fighting and eluding.

You won't be able to escape when you're backed into a corner.  I'll grab you, and you'll still struggle as I spin you around and run myself between the perky cheeks of your ass.  My fingers will twine through your hair, pulling your head back, letting you know that I've got you, you're captured, you're mine.

Your body will betray you.  I'll reach down and feel your rich moister running down your thighs.  You'll moan even as you struggle against me.

Your hands will be pinned, hard, above your head.  There's no running now.  You were my prey.  Now, you're my feast, to be devoured and ravished.

I'll be posed at your entrance.  I'll take a moment to listen to your quickening breath and feel the tension in your body.

Then, my hips will drive purposefully forward...

Flash Fiction Friday 5-11-2012

[This is my entry for Flash Fiction Friday. To see a list of participants, or if you're interested in participating (and you should be!), go visit PB's blog. Happy FFF!]

Challenge Details: Must be less than 100 words, with the required phrase, "...a hint of mischief..."


I don't think I can do this.

Too self-conscious.  Too embarrassed and inhibited and modest...

Heart racing, she throws open her top, naked flesh of her breasts bursting forth.

She keeps walking, eyes screwed shut.  She doesn't want to see their reactions, doesn't want their disgusted looks to beat her down lower.

Then, a whistle.

Another.

Men gaping, or trying and failing not to.

A rush of empowerment, of confidence and beauty.

Well boys, she thinks with a hint of mischief, wait till you get a load of this.  Her fingers remove the top button of her denim shorts...

Smoldering

Experimented with color on this one. There were so many variations and mixtures of shadows and lighting and color... took forever to decide.

Here are some of the other variations of this piece...

Gah, some parts still look very off to me. I have a lot more fun drawing from actual pictures and people.

...Any volunteers? :)

Just A Little Sketch

This is just a quick sketch I did. It's been a while since I've taken the time off to just draw something, so decided to do a little nookie. Wasn't sure if I wanted to add the covers in or not, but in the end I like the look it adds.

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As Is Custom
Consent and negotiation
Fishnets and Spanking and Sleep
In room entertainment
Ladies' Night: My First Time at an All-Womens' Sex Party
Learn the rope of knots: Overhand Knot
slapping...drinking...and other wacky fun...
That Moment

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An Open Letter to Rush Limbaugh
Erotic-On Me
Eyes Wide Smut
Strangers on a Train

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Bondage Insecurities
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Getaway Sex vs Everyday Sex
Gifts from Lover's
Innies, Outties & 3-Ways
Im 35 and My Mum Can Hear Me Having Sex
Mono or Poly
Mmm, the kissage!
Never Pinch a Sadist #3: Relationship Rules
Primary? Alpha?
Safewords in the Real World
Shields
The long distance thing
The Next Evolution – Swinging-Open Marriage-Polyamory

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A Good Day and Sexzy Night
50 Ways to Fuck Your Lover
Blissful Candlelit Climax
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Fingertips
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I’m the Slut
How It All Started
Mount'n Dew
Our Sex Diary (Part Two!)
Rain
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Some Truth...About Cocksucking
Sensuality
She Takes Control
The Chair - The Execution
The Beast
That Familiar Maddening Thrill
The Importance of (Emotional and Physical) Self-Love
Vignette 2: Traffic Stop
Working Out
Whore’s Mouth

With Your Ghost

[Author's Note: A little bit of an angst warning with this one.]

I'm with your ghost again today.

It really is the first time in a while, too.  I'd hate to say that you're plaguing my mind, because this missing what we had is just so beautiful.

It's that craving, you know?

It's more than just missing today, it's desire.  A great, healthy, hearty dose of desire and longing.

Longing to be perched behind you on my knees, watching your hands clench and head drop as you absorb that first stroke.

Longing to have your legs crossed round my head as my tongue makes you lose your breath and drop your barriers.

Longing to see the animalistic determination in your olive eyes as I groan into your ear, "I'm going to cum..."

*sigh*

I'm with your ghost again today. Oh well.

Flash Fiction Friday 2-24-2012

[With PB unable to host this week, both Max over at Thoughts from a Mystic Satyr and Ram the Sunlover decided to take up the reins.  To see a list of participants, go visit their sites, and if you're interested in participating in Flash Fiction Friday (and you should be!), here's all the details. Happy Flash Fiction Friday!]


Max's Challenge: Between 50-55 words or 200-210 words, no required phrase.


"Ranch Hand"

Strum, strum, strum.

"Don't get me wrong... it's mighty tempting... just..."

"Afraid my parents will be home soon? Well isn't that part of the fun?" She cocked her hat upward. "Maybe a different instrument will get your motor running."

He watched with held breath as one hand slipped from the guitar and flowed to her thighs...





Ram's Challenge: Between 144-188 words, with the required phrase, "... subtle perfidy..."


"The Sin of Freedom"

"You are the devil, woman."

She turned over her shoulder and gave a laugh.  "Then I am your devil, Father."

He had laid down to take a brief afternoon's nap, only to awaken with wrists and ankles bound, Desire standing over his nude flesh.  Why was she here?  To test his conviction?  To tarnish his good name?

"Who are you?" he inquired, a hint of sinful anger in his voice.

She said nothing, her only answer to continue her dance.  This was not just subtle perfidy, the way she moved her hands across the canvas of her body.  His flesh awakened involuntarily and he could not will himself to look away.

She turned and straddled his thighs.  The warmth of her skin sent a chill.  Up the underside of his fresh erection whispered the tip of a finger, and his body clenched while hips rose.

She leaned in.  Her form seemed to conform perfectly to his, and she whispered into his ear:

"Relax, Father.  I'm here to set you free."