Friday, November 15, 2013
It is time for something eXXXtra at Trifecta this weekend-phew,am feeling all hot and embarrassed at my inexperience at writing this kind of stuff.Read for yourself what the challenge is-
And now on to a completely different type of prompt. As you may or may not know, November 15 is National Erotica Day. Trifecta is not an erotica-specific type of place, but we never shy away from a chance to stretch our creative limbs, and we hope you’ll join us as we dive in to celebrate this quirky day.
We are asking for an open write this weekend–33 to 333 words of erotic writing. No specific words need to be used, and we aren’t necessarily banning any either.This year we are imposing one additional limitation: we are not accepting any entries that deal with sexual violence. We want this to be a celebration of sensuality. Posts that contain graphic violence will be immediately deleted from our collection.So, hop to it. Get cracking. Break out of your comfort zone. Or, if this is your comfort zone, let us in. This weekend’s challenge is community judged.
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I debated and dilly dallied over this one for almost 48 hours before deciding to follow Trifecta’s directive-I mean,unless I step out of my comfort zone,I will never evolve as a writer,right?Who knows,I may even win(ha!ha!Day dreaming is good 😉 )So here are my 333 words of erotica,served timidly-please have a bite 😀
His eyes ran over her hungrily as she entered the room. Her auburn hair framed her pixie like face. His skin tingled with anticipation as she walked over to the bar in her sexy red stilettos.
He inhaled her musky scent as she climbed on to the bar stool next to him. His breath caught in his throat as her short dress climbed up, his pupils dilating at the sight of her creamy thighs.
She did not look at him but her soft, warm hands came to rest on his .This simple act was enough to set him aflame. It took all his will power not to take her then and there.
With a seductive smile, she suddenly turned and kissed him full on the mouth. She tasted deliciously sweet. Before he could react, she took hold of his shirt and tore it off his body, the buttons flying. She pulled him by his tie and pushed him onto the bed, unbuckling his belt and relieving him of his trousers and briefs in one fluid motion. Shoes and socks followed.
As he lay on the bed, his arousal evident, she danced sensuously, dropping her clothes, one by one.
Climbing on to the bed she stood over him, gyrating, wearing only her red stilettos. This made him go crazy. He lunged at her but she moved away.”Not yet, my Romeo,” she smiled mischievously.”The night is still young. Let’s play.”
And so they played. Soon, her sighs turned to moans when he used expert touches to wind her up, her taut body a beautiful instrument of love. In return her lips sang paeans to his rising passion, his ragged breathing, her reward. The kisses deepened, their desire scaling higher.
Slowly, the eagerness to drink deeply from this sea of love spilled over and their bodies fused- a single throbbing entity, strumming to the throes of love. When her molten core arched up in a crescendo of ecstasy, he joined her quickly, melting together in rupture.