Ese’ s Weekly Shoot & Quote Challenge – Hot
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I drifted into a summer-nap under the hot shade of July, serenaded by a cicadae lullaby, to drowsy-warm dreams of distant thunder.
– Terri Guillemets
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<< Ese’s Shoot and Quote Challenge
Hot, so hot. It is almost too much to stand. Your fire burns me and the air is alive with moist heat in our little sanctuary. Music floats in and out, lulling my worries
I feebly try to break free from your intimate embrace, fight you, but you won’t let me go. A soft moan escapes my lips and I open them slightly when I feel your clean sweat trickle down my breasts, sliding slowly down… Feather light you caress me, pleasure me, raising goose bumps that stand up slightly from my skin, until a glistening wet sheen covers me from head to toes.
On and on you go, giving me no time to catch my breath. Stop, I beg, please stop. But you keep coming on, harder. My legs tremble and refuse to support my weight any longer. I slide down the wall, slowly. No more, I whisper, But you follow me down, relentlessly, and hammer your force on me. With a cry of surrender I throw back my face and welcome your shower of kisses on my lips. I close my eyes…
… and open them wide when the water suddenly turns icy cold. Darned kids, they must have opened the hot water down in the kitchen. I sigh, get up and step out from under my morning shower. The day has won, it is time for breakfast.
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Now what were you thinking? You do realize I was only writing about hot water, right? *wink* But I never knew it could be this much fun.
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A short story, written for Kellie Elmore’s Free Write Friday challenge: Wordplay – Foreplay: take an ordinary task/object and make it sexy. To write about a subject in an intimate way, playing on words so that the reader would be unaware (and maybe blush a bit). Want to join us? Click the image for further details.
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In the coolness
of my garden
I embrace the rain
and let its strength
seep through my bones
to nurture and mend
the cracks of
searing heat
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Fresh air! Finally there’s fresh air in the air! I seem to have a love-hate relationship with Italy in summer.
The heat is sapping my strength. The motor helmet and jacket add to safety. But add triple to discomfort. While all Italians buzz past us, only dressed in shorts, shirt and slippers. Plus a helmet. Unbelievable.
Here again some photos of the Italian landscape, last night’s B&B which we found through the Harley Dealer in Levante, who called the owner. She, Susanna, came by car to lead us and our Big Black to her house in the middle of nowhere on a mountain. Beautiful! And a challenging small path with U-turns for V-man to navigate on.
Today we rode north again and are now in Ivrea. A hotel with WiFi, resulting in this post which I’m typing on my iPhone. No fancy editing of the header, I’m sorry 😉
The weather is changing here, there was a bit of lightning earlier on.
And now I’m going to take shower number 275 of this week. Have a lovely weekend.
Hugs,
Marion
Figments of a DuTchess 