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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