Last day of National Poetry Month. Highlights from this month includes some haikus and lamenting my missing creativity. While I’ll continue posting poetry, I feel it important to note the end of the month with a motley crew of poetry. I’m utilizing Andy’s prompt for the first. Prompt: Unintended Consequences Word Count: 123 Jealousy Opening …
His hand smoothed down the curve of her back, tracing the bump of her spine and burning through the thin fabric of her dress. They spoke a promise, one she knew would end with her naked and open beneath him, and that promise moved through her body like a vibration. She felt his lips brush …
Ever have a story pop into your mind when you’re doing something that makes it impossible to write it down? I’m driving when this story, this first line popped into my head 5 hours ago. She loved the weight of him in her hands. The color, dark with blood brought on by lust teased her. …
The last thing I wrote for this story. Follow the link to read to this point. There are other interesting things under the tabs. “Another beer?” David pulled a couple of twenties from his jeans and laid them on the bar. “I’ll need a couple more at least, Sam.” The beefy bartender eyed him, pity …
“Let me push your limits just a little.” Push my limits? Something about the way he says it, the way he looks at me, makes me throb and ache and burn. He looks so hungry, but it’s more. His eyes darken and his lips tilt up in a half-smile that rearranges my insides. It’s a …
The intricate pattern of the Windsor knot appeared under his hands without much thought. His mind was definitely elsewhere… Would she wear the dress he left on the bed? It was daring, cut so low the soft swell of her breasts would spill out. His hands pause as he thought about the metallic fabric hugging …
A long time ago I made an attempt at an erotic paranormal piece. I stopped writing it because I wasn’t sure it was worth continuing. Heidi mentioned writing something vampire related to me the other day. Of course, I enjoy a writing challenge and a prompt of any kind so I said I’d see what …
I try to write things from the male POV. I lack the parts necessary to truly understand, but that doesn’t stop me from trying it. It started as a story about a man’s infatuation with an imperfect woman (something sweet). Of course, my mind turned it into something not so sweet. Not the best I’ve …
I keep another site that houses the multitude of stories living in my brain. It’s private so it takes the pressure off me to perform, and I find I am freer in my writing. I wrote this today. This piece isn’t construing anything so please don’t view it as anything other than pure fiction. I …
A comment was made, spawning this short story. I didn’t plan on posting because I have a regular short tomorrow, but couldn’t quite help myself. “Bend over.”The words flew from my lips like a shotgun blast, startling me with the force. Just speaking them opened something dormant inside of me. It unfurled, lodging in my …