Tantalizing Tuesday-May 1st, 2012- A Hot LashIng of Love

I have graduated and been given an award, 100 more words to express the most erotic moments in the life of a photo.

My first Tantalizing Tuesday photo is a borrow from a fellow author.   I can't remember which one, but it's one of the hottest gif's I have ever seen.   That last look, as he gazes into the woman's face,  is just full of every promise...you know he is an expert at this and will stay the course 'til the end.  In 200 words, no more.

As always, I welcome any and all comments below.  This is my first Tuesday and it was written on the sly at the last moment.  Go easy on me or I will send this one to you in your dreams....mahahahahaha! 

This one is dedicated to a new friend of mine who had just a crappy Monday!  Honey, put your head on the pillow, let it all go, and just dream about this! 

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A HOT LASHING OF LOVE

Another crappy Monday ended.    

Entering the house,  she threw her things down and quickly made her way to the bathroom.  A tub full of steamy water easing the stress of the day.   Rising,  she made her way to bed, her dripping body falling within it’s softness.

The clock chimed midnight as Tuesday and the slow drift of sleep began.  Then she felt him.   She turned over and saw his ghostly presence taking form.  His hair dark, naked body already hard, he leaned over her, resting his arms alongside her hips.

 "Let me help you end this day, my love, and begin another?" he asked softly, gazing into her eyes.

She knew what he was asking.  If she let him, she would lose a day.  Tuesday would be a blur of loving, and she a slave to his every desire.  There was no hesitation as she nodded.

His hands reached out, stroking her thighs and curving around her buttocks, as he lifted her body to the edge. 

Kneeling,  his dark bearded face descended between her legs.  Taking one long slow lick against the hard bud of her desire, his tongue and the heat of white lightening struck within her as hot Tuesday began……..

Flash Fiction Friday- April 27th, 2012 Our Deepest Desires

We all see what we want to see when we look at others.  Some of us see more than that.  We see how they think or feel. 

One day, in my late teens, my life changed.  I knew what sensuality meant.   For many weeks after that point, I looked at the people around me and realized that they were all sensual beings.  It may not be the most important thing of the moment, but at some point in their lives they felt passion or lust.  

The photo below is simple to me.  We cover our eyes a little during the day to drown out those desires.  But we still see....or feel those feelings.

Flash Fiction...100 words no more.   As always, I welcome your comments and thoughts.  When you finish reading my flash, please take time to check out the great flash written by my friends and fellow writers by clicking on the link below.

Our Deepest Desires

She dreamed of blinders blocking their deepest thoughts. 

The woman driving the bus, and the encounter with the handsome young neighbor, his hard cock slipping slowly within her hot moist channel. Driving her insane with lust.  Fear.  Knowing her husband would be home soon.

The old man, dreaming of a young strawberry blonde, her body ripe with need for his.  Looking down at his wedding ring.  His wife.   After fifty years, he still remembered.  Lovely.

No matter how many times she tried to cover her eyes, she always saw.  Why fight it?  We are all meant to be sexual beings.

© S.E. Darling, Apr 2012

Make sure to check out the wonderful interpretations of my fellow authors by following the link below.  As always, I welcome your comments.



Each writer unique and tantalizing...and each one knows well how to fit the fantasy of desire within those 100 words

Flash Fiction Friday - April 6th, 2012 The Music of Desire

I would like to share a new fantasy experience with you.  In order to do so, please make sure your headphones or computer speakers are turned on.  The music should start in a moment and automatically load.

From the first moment I saw the photo below, all I could think of was dark, hot and sultry “Latin” lovers and the sound of the classical Spanish guitar.  Instead of the fingers creating the hot sounds of the strings and struts on the guitar....imagine those fingers stroking your skin, igniting your desire….

The music is by John H. Clarke, if you are interested, and the song is title “The Most Evolved”. 

The Music of Desire

The cafe was quiet. The smell of coffee waking her senses. Then she heard it...the sound of the music.  She closed her eyes, her blood heating at the memory of sitting at her dresser that morning. She'd looked up in the mirror. On the bed behind her, he lay relaxed and calm. Until you noticed his eyes...hot and full of desire. He rose and walked toward her.

Suddenly the music stopped .....and she was back at the café...still feeling the memory of his lips stroking across her shoulders, his warm fingers sliding down her firm breasts.  Her day began.... much later.....

© S.E. Darling, Apr 2012

Make sure to check out the wonderful interpretations of my fellow authors by following the link below.  As always, I welcome your comments.



Each writer unique and tantalizing...and each one knows well how to fit the fantasy of desire within those 100 words