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Old 11-06-2005, 06:23 AM   #1 (permalink)
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Writing Challenge # 43

A brand new week .. brand new challenge (thanks tec)


YOUR CHALLENGE


Write using any writing style you choose, with EROTICA as your theme




Thanks for the suggestions - I'm working my way through them to use for upcoming challenges .. any more ideas, send them my way.
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Old 11-08-2005, 06:57 PM   #2 (permalink)
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I can see his broad back as he walks across the room, crossed with scars. He has given up so much for us, paid in pain and dreams and sorrow. He turns and smiles as his eyes play across my naked flesh, and reaches one strong hand out to caress my thigh, his skin pale against my brown flesh. I can feel the heat in my core as I rise unthinkingly, unresistantly, without control. His hair falls across his eyes as his mouth lowers to my breast, tongue playing across the outer rim of my nipple. He knows my body from long hours spent in hay barns and pantries and other secret places, the risk of the encounter heightening our passions. The fingers of his hand are moving against my panties now, and I reach with hunger and greed to him, sliding my fingers over his smoothly muscled torso. My hands are clumsy with lust as I struggle with the belt buckle and his breath comes hard against my neck as he kisses and nibbles gently just under my jawline, causing me to shudder. He strips away my underwear as I ruck his pants down about his knees and we come together in a frantic rush, a joining made no less urgent or exciting by its many repetitions.

Afterward we lay together, his arm across my chest and I look again at those scars that form a terrible and still joyous reminder of his love for me, and I think back to the day on the plantation when he first saw me being brought in with the other new slaves.
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Old 11-08-2005, 07:49 PM   #3 (permalink)
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Location: Maine
I go to unlock my door and pause; the soft sound of stilettos rings clear on the other side. I'm not expecting anyone at this time of night. I open the door slowly, revealing a goddess bathed in red silk the color of strawberries during the heat of summer. Slowly, the robe falls to the ground, baring curves that make my heart beat quicken.

She walks slowly to me, moving with the grace of untold experience. The warmth of her body feels searing against my arm as she moves behind me to kiss my neck. I feel my clothes being gently pulled away, buttons unfastening, zippers sliding; all are hardly noticeable. Soon, I am as naked as she.

Her hand moves to my breasts, soft little fingers delicately exploring. I reach up one arm to encircle her neck, and we kiss passionately until my head is swimming. I turn to face her, and she eases me onto the bed, her warm tongue teasing my lips and tracing holy markings down my neck to my breasts.

For hours, she probes and plays, licks and caresses. Her body is my playground, and I lap up every opportunity to please her. At last we are both satisfied, and she falls asleep in my arms.

I awake the next morning and wonder at my dreams for being filled with such pleasures.
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Old 11-09-2005, 04:41 AM   #4 (permalink)
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There was something missing, try as I might it didnt come to me. She would normally create an image in my mind, like the smell of woodsmoke in fall...warm and inviting. Tonight I was lost, and it was not pleasant. I watched her enter this place we had created, noting the fluidity of her movement, the way she paused when making a point to remove her shoes with flare, as if by this jesture alone she would capture the essence of the lust this room held. Something was wrong.
The Painting above the bed was dusty, not touched since it was hung, neglected in favor of more important actions, but it still held the memory of the night we bought it....and for some reason this flushed the missing piece of the puzzle into my numbed mind. The skyline colored in this art...plunged into the city, much as the necklace dipping into her breasts, and the ring dangling from its silver chain.....her wedding ring was no longer on her finger.
I watched as the light glinted off the stone in her ring, and thought of the healed scratches on my back from accidental ripping of flesh as we played. She noticed my gaze, and pulled the chain off in an aggressive tug, leaving red burns where the metals pressed into her neck." Here....you take this damn thing", she spit, throwing the serpentine choker in the air as if cursing some Goddess for slapping her with men.
Ducking the flying silver, it whistled past my ear, the same ear she had drawn blood from two days ago as we worked out her hatred of that man. If that night was any indication of what was in store.....I would be in great pain in the morning.

I risked it.
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Old 11-09-2005, 06:27 AM   #5 (permalink)
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Irish Spring

Bless me baby
this blade of soap
who has explored
every curve of my body
in a randy rain of ruin
as she dissapates
into nothing
A full figure in a month
has melted away
with every adventure
made every shower golden
and cleansed more than skin
Bless me baby
my new bar of soap
it's time to begin again
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