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

Flash Fiction Friday - March 30th, 2012 - No Boundaries...



Sex, love…. Lust, love…Ego, love…Trust, love….

For some, commitment means being faithful.  Cleaving only to each other, never straying.

For others, being faithful, simply means loving, trusting in that love,  and putting ego and jealousy aside to explore pleasure and desire.

If you are open to exploration, that is necessary.

If you are able to do so, there are no boundaries to the pleasure you will experience in sharing:  your love, your bodies, and your pleasure.

The photo below is almost carnal in pleasure, but if you look deeper, within the woman and yourself, it could be simply her pleasure in sharing pleasure.....

I hope you enjoy this one...I did.  I welcome your comments on this and hope you will check out my fellow FFF writers and their interpretation of this photo by clicking on the link below.

 No Boundaries....

Her excitement escalated as her husband sat across the room, watching her pleasure. 

His hand slowly caressed his own hard cock, his thumb circling the broad head of it, leaving that first drop of cum untouched.   

She lost her breath as he rose up and knelt in front of her, his face taunt.

Cupping her hands around his thighs,  her long soft tongue slowly laved at that one drop of cum.   Her husband groaned and drove deeply within her throat,  as her new lover reached down and softly caressed her clit with his fingers….. Her world exploded.

No boundaries……Ever!

© S.E. Darling, Mar 2012

Make sure to check out the wonderful interpretations of my fellow authors by following the link below.



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

Flash Fiction Friday - March 23rd, 2012 - A Gift of Love Together

What is life without love and passion?   

As an erotic writer, I have come to appreciate the simplicity of both, either together or separately. 

If we are lucky, we find that one person who knows us and that relationship combines both love and passion.  If we work at it hard enough, we manage to hold onto that person through all the bumps and grinds that life has to offer.

Yet, as a woman, who has known both, I know that sometimes we do not always recognize important milestones or moments in our lives.  Sometimes, stubbornness makes us forget that it is our moment to give.

Love is never equal.   Life never stays still.  As a individual you have to make choices that are not always easy and/or not always unselfish.    You must have passion for life as well as a passion for each other. Once again, if you are lucky,  you will both recognize that there are moments when it is your turn to give the other that choice and chance to grow…your turn to change your life to meet their needs.  To give up your own path,  rather than turn or pull away and be apart.   

Is it a sacrifice? The alternative would be to sacrifice the beauty of the two of you as one.

For really, what is life without that love or passion?  

One photo, one hundred words or less.   Life,  passion, longing, desire, and sometimes, simply love and holding onto all of it for the sake of you together....

Join me for a brief moment and let love overwhelm you….as always, I welcome your comments.  When you finish, take time to follow the link below and read some of the offerings of my wonderful friends and their talented interpretation of this photo.

A Gift of Love Together….

With sadness, Peter knew he had to make this change to remain whole, and Finn had chosen not to leave with him.

One last goodbye kiss.    

From the first delicious taste, their bodies sank to the ground, clinging to each other.   His soul breaking, Peter almost gave in.   As they drew apart, Finn's hand came to rest against Peter's heart.

"This is mine, and mine is yours, forever".   Finn stated forcefully.  “You're not going anywhere without ME".

Peter closed his eyes and shouted his relief and joy at the sacrifice he had just been given, love simply overwhelming him….  

© S.E. Darling, Mar 2012

Make sure to check out the wonderful interpretations of my fellow authors by following the link below.   

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

Flash Fiction Friday - January 27th, 2012

As writers, we create our images with words, not unlike an artist painting on a canvas.   Leaving a little bit of ourselves and what we desire within that work.  As we create, we wonder what it would be like to actually do some of things we write about.   I have been lucky in one respect, single and freer than most, and able to actually act upon some of those desires.  Other writers, happy and committed, use this medium as a way of experiencing  or exploring those desires. 

But each of us stop at some point and read our own work and think about the characters and actions we describe, and the desire we feel for the "form" we have created with those words.  Lovingly and with passion, we strive to put our hearts into it or we would not be doing this.

One photo.  The limits of "our canvas"?  No more than 100 words.  Creating that lust, and longing and desire.  As always, I welcome your thoughts and impressions.

The Live Canvas of  Her Desire

Her charcoal swiftly outlining Robbie’s form one more time.  The desire in his eyes, his need for Hailey, felt like waves crashing against her.

Fingers smudging the charcoal to create those beautiful shadows.  Wishing she could trace with her tongue, those same lines on his body.

Suddenly she looked up from the canvas and he stood before her,  hard and aroused.  Taking her hand in his, he placed it upon his thigh…

"Trace me, not that cold canvas?"  his husky voice pleaded.

Neither her hand nor heart hesitated, as she began to create upon the live canvas standing before her.

© S.E. Darling, Jan 2012

Make sure to check out the wonderful interpretations of my fellow authors by following the link below.   

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

Another Flash Fiction Friday (unofficially) ...January 20th, 2012

Once some women reach a certain age, they make the mistake of shying away from the years as they pass.   Never facing or saying the truth of it.  Letting society and certain misguided beauty standards  of youth convince them to muffle the truth of it.

Others, like myself, realized long ago, that they are just numbers.  It is not the numbers that really matter, it is simply the life you live and how you live it even as the numbers change.  I face each number gladly because it means one more year on this earth…one more year passing that I will always look back for the good things that happened and leave the bad behind.  Allowing me to look ahead at the great things to come….So each year that I add, I shout that number in joy!  I hope I can still shout it at a 100!

I am not adding this to the official Flash Fiction Friday page because I have doubled the word count and can't seem to figure out a way to reduce it…lolol...but I wanted my fellow writers and others to see it….I hope my friends won’t mind and give me a little leg room (hehehehe!) and just consider it a birthday present to let me get away with this…lolol….since it truly is MY 52^nd birthday!

I hope you enjoy my offering  and celebrate with me!  If you find this, since it is not linked, make sure to visit the link below to find the words of  my wonderful friends and their "official" flash fiction for the week......

Adding Another Year...A Little Sideways!

I have to say it, I just have to!

It is just after midnight. Sitting on the stool, facing the mirror, wearing only my black thigh-high stockings and nothing else. My large, rose colored nipples still hard as buttons, my eyes bright and awake, aware, despite the mind blowing fuck I had just experienced. I laughed as I looked at myself in the mirror, ‘cause I knew that inside me, nothing had changed. 

Suddenly, I felt him behind me.  Licking my full  red swollen lips, I started to say the words…..

"Today is..." The rest was swiftly cut off as his beautiful hand covered my mouth. 

Laughing against his fingers, I let my tongue tickle his palm and swipe in between a few of those fingers until he released me.  Turning me on the stool to face him, he kneeled between my silken, still wet thighs and pulled me close to his chest.

“Go ahead, say it, I know you have to”.  He said as he flashed that devilish smile at me. 

“Today is my birthday, I’m 52.”  I blurted it out.  

 “Does it bother you, my love?"  I asked him as I arched one of my dark eyebrows at him inquiringly.

“Sweety, 52 or 502, it doesn’t matter.” He looked down between us at his still hard, thick cock…then looked back up at me, cocked his head to the side and grinned back at me. 

“I would still want to fuck you...sideways." He responded, his voice deep and sexy.

Grinning wickedly at him,  I giggled as I pushed him back down on the floor in front of the stool, hoping for my first real birthday present of the day.

“Prove it…sideways!”  I gasped as he quickly turned me to my side, hiking one of my black clad legs behind his hip and thrust that deliciously hard, thick swollen cock as deep as he could inside my wet pussy.

Moaning deep and low at the fullness of him inside me, almost passing out as the hot waves of passion began to take me over,   I thought....

What is the age of my mentality?  52 or 25? 

Does it really matter to a woman with a man such as this between her thighs ….sideways????  LOLOLOL.

I don't think so....hell, I am not thinking about those numbers at all at that point...would you be?

© S.E. Darling, Jan 2012

Make sure to check out the wonderful interpretations of my fellow authors by following the link below.   

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