Tuesday, February 2, 2016

Tuesday Tales and Stolen Kisses!

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! This week our group writes to the simple sounding word- stolen This will be an excerpt from Snow Spankings, a new WIP for a new erotic contemporary.



“Stolen kisses are the best.” Lazily, Tabitha stretched her arms above her head, cradling Alec’s head between her reach.

“You looked so beautiful, I couldn’t resist.”

“I didn’t mean to fall asleep, I guess I needed a nap.”

“I kept you up late last night, it’s my fault.”

“What happens when we return to reality? I mean we both have jobs and lives outside of each other. Everything happened so fast between us, how do we merge our days?” An important fact remained that neither of them figured a new love connection in their responsibilities. Everything was dreamy behind closed doors on a day off work or other demands. The daily grind chipped away at fun or impulsiveness, leaving few hours or even minutes to spare. “How do we keep this energy alive?”

“I’m not sure we have an exact formula or plan. People manage love all the time and make it work.”

“Making it work? That sounds like maintenance.” Wrinkling her nose, Tabitha closed her eyes, clearly not enjoying the way their talk turned.  

“We don’t have to solve everything right now, do we? I just met you, let me revel for a little while.”

“You revel, maybe I need to be the grounded one.”
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Monday, January 18, 2016

Tuesday Tales, Paint Me a Picture

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! This week our group writes to the simple sounding word- paint This will be an excerpt from Snow Spankings, a new WIP for a new erotic contemporary.


“You’d look incredible in body paint.”
Eve modeled the garter belt and thigh high hose combination for Noel’s approval. A few glasses of wine gave her the confidence to actually cut the tags off the lingerie she’d carefully purchased several days before.  “I’ve never thought about it.”
“In Key West, Florida, the city hosts this unbelievable festival each year. In my entire life, I’ve never seen so many women wearing nothing but body paint. Aside from the naked bodies, I must say, the artwork was fantastic.”
“I’m sure you were only thinking about artwork.” Men always had sex on the brain.
“Sometimes, the detail was so amazing I couldn’t help but think about the artist and the time taken for such a masterpiece.”
Growing bolder, Eve prowled over to Noel on the couch. “What would you paint on my canvas?” Turning around, she offered her ass cheeks for consideration.
“Something in blue, you look wonderful in blue.” Running his fingertips across her ass, he teased at offering a few smacks with his open palm. “Maybe a mermaid, you’re something straight out of a fantastic fairytale.”
“All these compliments might go to my head.” Yet inside, the warmth grew. Finally, a man who not only recognized, but, appreciated her feminine form. Noel gave her the attention she’d not received in far too long. “You really think I look beautiful in blue?”
“You’re beautiful in every way. Blue is only one of the many.” Leaning closer in, Noel kissed each side of her ass with a lingering graze of his lips. “You’re delicious too.”
With her blood racing through her veins, Eve refused to stop and think about the unlikelihood of their partnership. She almost hadn’t bought the sexy outfit for fear she wouldn’t see him again. Why should she waste her money on this man? He’d done nothing to prove she was more to him than a one-night stand.  Her rash behavior still embarrassed her. “What do I taste like?”
“Joy and the sweetest of sugars.”
 
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Tuesday, December 8, 2015

Tuesday Tales are Evil...Really?

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! This week our group writes to the simple sounding word- evil.  This will be the last installment from Heart Nectar, a new WIP for a new series please see my interpretation. !

“I'd never do anything evil to you.” Rubbing his hands together, George kept looking at Mindie, his eyes pleading, asking for chances to be her everything.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” Stupid question, her reaction, this situation, everything told her why. How could she ignore the sincerity of his love coming through each motion of body language? “Well, I mean, I know why you didn’t tell me, but, I’m still not sure how to take it.”
“I only wanted an honest beginning, nothing complicated, no strings, no reason for you to doubt my feelings for you have nothing to do with business. I’m asking you to trust me, no matter how difficult it may be.”
Staring at a spot on the floor, she refused to look into his eyes. All resolve disappeared when she gazed into his beautiful stare, especially when his penetrating gaze made it through to her heart. Keeping on topic became a drunken dance of walking some unnecessary line- a test of inner truth. “I…I really don’t know what to say.”
“What does it hurt to give us time? I’m asking you, actually pleading, you give us time to live through this experience. I want your opportunity, all you need to do is say yes. I’ll change your world in amazing ways.” Leaning forward, he kissed her forehead, lips tender against her heated skin- so close to a headache, yet he brushed the pain away. How could he be a remedy to so many parts of her life? Would she take the plunge? This headfirst, complete submission might define the rest of her life.
 
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Tuesday, November 17, 2015

Tuesday Tales, I'll Take a Cup of That

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! This week our group writes to the simple sounding word- cup.  From Heart Nectar, a new WIP for a new series please see my interpretation.


“Hey, beautiful, what time should I pick you up tonight?”
Overthinking the question, every syllable took on some kind of hidden meaning. Key words pinged off a word meter in her brain. Hey, generally meant casual, but, why should he be casual, he’d seen her areola up close and personal. Did he really mean beautiful, as in the most glorious sight he’d ever seen. Don’t even get started on the should I pick you up tonight, was this some kind of menial hook-up, some weird means to an end?
“I don’t know, whatever time works for you.”
“I didn’t know how long it takes for you to get ready between work and home. You might want more time than I’m willing to wait.”
“I’d take my wine in a coffee cup, I’m not some kind of snob. It doesn’t take me hours to get ready for some simple night out.” Why the hell did she get so defensive with him? He’s gonna run for the hills for sure.
“Hey, hey, I’m just trying to plan our evening. Is something wrong?”
Yeah, everything’s wrong. I’ve got a seemingly wonderful guy giving me more than the time of day and I’m pushing him away like leftover fast food. I know he deserves better, why am I not giving it to him? “Look, I’m sorry, I’m being a brat. I’ve got some work stuff on my mind giving me fits, I’m afraid I’m on a one track mode this morning.” The contract still sat on her desk, she’d studied it several times even after Nixie did, trying to find the elusive loophole.
“I’ll make everything better in about ten hours, promise.”
Warmth squashed doubt as her loins warmed to a pleasantly comforting place of readiness. Remembering his lips upon her collar bone removed the temporary pissy mood. “I’m counting on it.”
 

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