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| Tue, 02-12-2002 - 9:40am |
TINY TUESDAY...(m)
This week for the Tiny Tuesday let's try an exercise with voice and since Valentine's Day is just two days away, let's throw in the 'romance genre' just for fun. So try this: Insert this sentence into your piece anywhere you like.
"I watched as her lips parted and a soft sigh escaped as she anticipated my kiss."
Have fun, Sammi

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Tiny Tuesday: Dreaming of Lilly
Okay, here's my Tiny Tuesday. I wrote this on the spur of the moment and this is strictly for fun, but 'rip' away as you please. You won't hurt my feelings. Sammi
Dreaming of Lilly
Seems like everywhere I go, I think about Lilly. Her ebony hair and her peaches and cream complexion. The dark rose hue of her lips that send out an invitation to be kissed. Her double-chocolate eyes follow me through the office as my eyes follow her. Dark eyes that fill my dreams. How am I to get her out of my head? She belongs to another.
"Morning," she murmured as she poured coffee into her cup. She turned and leaned against the counter in the small coffee cubicle at the office.
"Morning." I said, trying not to notice her garnet sweater that accentuated every one of her curves.
"I made Swiss Almond Chocolate this morning." Her eyes stayed steady with mine.
"Thanks." I said without breaking the stare. "So, what's up for this day?"
"Well," she turned and pulled my cup from the shelf and filled it. "It seems that we're the only ones coming in. Since Valentines Day fell on Thursday and we're gearing up for the tax crunch, they're all staying home today to be with their sweeties."
She handed me my cup and her fingers lightly brushed against mine. I thought my heart would jump out of my chest. "And what about you? Why didn't you stay home today?"
"I don't have a sweetie anymore, we split up right before Thanksgiving."
"Tough break right before Christmas, I'm sure." She took a sip from her cup, her eyes focused on me.
"Not really, it was a long time in coming. We decided to part as friends, rather than drag out the agony."
"I'm sorry," she said as she reached out and covered my hand with hers. "I'm sorry that I didn't know this."
"That's okay." I choked out past the lump in my throat.
She set down her cup and moved to stand beside me. "No, it's not, Peter. We work together everyday and I didn't know this." She put her hand on my chest as she slid in closer and gazed up at me.
I stood there and gazed down at her, unsure of what to do. I knew what I wanted to do, but she's my boss, I could lose my job. But here she is, standing so close I can feel her nipples through her sweater. I watched as her lips parted and a soft sigh escaped as she anticipated my kiss.
"Peter..." she whispered, wrapping her arms around my neck. "It's okay. I want you to."
"But, you're my boss and you're married..." I pulled in a long breath and leaned my forehead against hers, willing myself not to kiss her.
"I'm not married, Peter. I've been divorced for two years. I guess that the rumor mill missed that one." She laughed as she stood on her tip toes and then gazed into my eyes. "And about being your boss, I won't tell if you won't tell."
She laughed again and brushed her lips across mine. "Deal?" she asked before she opened her lips over mine, taking a deeper kiss.
"Deal," I said. I leaned into another kiss and felt a shiver skitter down my spine as our tongues touched and entertwined... To be continued????
MY TT "My Lady In Need"
Sorry I went over by five words. I am sure you won't be disappointed!!!
Jade. *******
My Lady In Need
We enter the cabin, shivering from the cold wind and the mountain snow. She wraps herself in the blanket from the bed, while I make a fire in the fire place. I gently guide her to sit by the hearth, she is still somewhat shaken from having been rescued from her run-away horse. I hold her, her head on my shoulder. Realizing that I am shivering from the cold in the cabin, she opens the blanket and invites me to join her. The closeness of our bodies warm our tender flesh. As enjoying the warmth of each other, our hearts are still racing from the rescue, we fall victim to arousal. While one hand caress her hair, my other had reaches to her face, turning her to me. She smiles, then we move, ever so slowly, to enjoy that first sweet kiss. I watched as her lips parted and a soft sigh escaped as she anticipated my kiss. It is small, but as we continue the kiss as it becomes more intimate.
I start to kiss the hollows of her neck and nibbles on her earlobes, I am enjoying the small moans, that escapes from her lips. I slowly starts to caress her over her sweater, I feel her body shiver and melt to my touch. She lets the blanket fall ,reaching for the buttons on my shirt, slowly undoing them until her hands find my muscular chest. The touch of her hand on my chest feels like fire. I reach down and pull off her sweater, I moan at the site of her bare skin and black lacy bra. As I lay her down on the blanket, she looks up at me with doe-like innocence in her eyes, as she opens her lips to speak, I crush her lips with my in a smoldering, probing kiss. In the midst of the kiss, she is pulling off my shirt. In the same moment I have her jeans undone with ease, to help her remove her jeans I pull away. She lifts her hips and off the jeans come in a swift tug to my surprise she has matching black lace bikini panties that match her bra. I swiftly removes my jeans and joins her on the blanket.
The fire casts shadows that dance erotically on their bodies as we begin to explore one another with slowly caressing hands. Our kissing gets more passionate, I stoke her hair with one hand while the other traces its way down the side of her face, the length of her neck. Slowly, my hand slides underneath her. She arches her back as I begin to unhook the black lacey bra. Gently, I lift one strap, and then the other over her shoulders. I begin to kiss her again. One hand is still stroking her hair, the other slowly slides to cup her perfect breast. She begins to move her hand down my back and along my waist. Both of us are suddenly short on breath, with arousal rising high.
Have a mystical day,
Jade
Please Pray and Support O
oh my.... I want more Sammi!!!... Great Job!!!!!!~ : ) ....*nt*
Have a mystical day,
Jade
Please Pray and Support O
Move Over Connie Mason!...(m)
Woo-wee! Did that get my blood to pumping, and hubby won't be home until late tonight!. You definitely met the criteria for this exercise, Jade. Sammi
Sammi, you sure can write romance (m)
Your descriptions of Lilly reminded me of a box of chocolates! Yummy!!! And the fact she was his boss added a nice twist to the end. I didn’t expect that when the story started.
The only thing I noticed was that Peter told Lilly he’d broken up with his girlfriend right before Thanksgiving and then she said, “Tough break right before Christmas”. Minor deal but maybe he should’ve said after Thanksgiving so it reads a little smoother.
As always, I enjoyed this and look forward to reading the continuation!
Mac
Hot! Hot! Hot! (m)
Whew, Jade. You’re right. I was definitely not disappointed. There was some juicy stuff going on here-LOL. You did an outstanding job with the exercise.
Mac
PS...do you normally write romance stories? If not, you should because you have a talent for it!!!
This woman who calls herself Jane (m)
I’m no sentimental fool. The Lord of the Jungle has no time for schmaltz. Here beneath this green canopy, where a glimpse of pure blue sky is rare and mortal danger is constant and abundant, staying alive for one more day takes precedence over this notion called romance.
Yes, I’ve heard of it, and it may surprise you that I have, but after all, humans have made their tracks through this jungle many times, though none have adapted enough to remain. If the hot, hungry forest itself hasn’t devoured them, the fears they packed in with them have. But I’ve gleaned what I can about the others who live beyond the trees, and about how they make their paths through this world.
As with everything else, I take what I need, and I take what I desire. If I don’t, the chance is lost forever. This is the way of all living things in my beloved forest. It’s the essence of survival. No chance at capturing prey is wasted; no opportunity for safe shelter is ignored. We live vigilant, every sense awake to the prospects and threats that surround us.
Yet there lies this woman who calls herself Jane. She sleeps in my hammock again, her face soft and bright as the slowly dawning sun that warms my skin each morning. The river���s tide rises again and I haven’t made her mine.
You can ask why but I don’t have the answer. It’s the first time I’ve had to seek an answer. Normally a flash of instinct takes over and I’ve swooped to higher ground at the first scent of thunder, my warning call reverberating through the trees. And I have my instincts regarding this Jane, make no mistake.
I just haven’t followed them. Yet.
Maybe because this Jane is at once a prospect and a threat.
I watch her like I watch the panthers stealthing through the leaves. She has said she’s my friend. And she has managed here longer than most. I haven’t tried to keep her, but she’s stayed. Maybe she’s been watching the cats too; learning their ways.
She turns onto her back as I eat a fruit. Sweat trickles down into the V of her white shirt. Her feet dangle from her frayed skirt as the hammock sways with her movement. Somewhere in the last few days she’s given up her shoes and I’m glad. They’re only a nuisance. I’ve never understood how others can wear them.
Her blonde hair lies in tangles around her face and I reach across to brush it away, dripping a little juice on her neck.
I move closer, stalking her gently as I’ve done each morning. But this time she opens her eyes and looks into mine.
I watch as her lips part and a soft sigh escapes them as she anticipates my kiss.
Here's mine (m)
Good challenge, Sammi. This was really hard (no pun intended-LOL) but a good exercise to do.
Mac
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I watched as her lips parted and a soft sigh escaped as she anticipated my kiss. I leaned towards her, staring into her eyes which seemed to grow larger and bluer the closer I got.
“Cut,” yelled the director.
I held my breath, frozen in the thought that I had came so close to kissing her. My lead lady stormed toward the cigarette-smoking man motioning for her with his index finger.
“Ra-shelllllll. Tell me why you do the nose thing,” he demanded.
Even though she attempted to speak quietly, I strained to listen. “His breath stinks.”
I feared that the entire crew had heard her. I turned from the crowd and blew into the palm of my hand. It was a lie; my breath smelled fine. I rejoined her at center stage when she returned. Our fake smiles faded as the director screamed, “Action.”
Once again, I took her into my arms and tilted her backward, wanting to accidentally let her slip from my embrace and stumble to the floor. But when my eyes caught a glance of her sizable breasts, my revengeful desires disappeared. My thoughts raced forward to a scene in the script where she performs a striptease for me. From her Playboy pictures, I had memorized every nook and cranny of her 5’6” frame.
“I want you. I want you now,” she whispered. Her fingers traveled through my hair, pulling my face closer to hers.
“But you know you can’t have me. I’m in love with your sister,” I said.
When our lips were within an inch of each other, a part of me worried she’d scrunch up her nose. She didn’t. Instead she pressed her pink puffy lips to mine, and I thrust my tongue forward, forcing her lips apart. A moment into our animated kiss, we stopped. “Are you sure you want Debbie rather than me?” she asked.
“No, I’m sure of anything right now,” I mumbled. But inside I knew exactly what I wanted; I’d give my left arm to get inside her. To feel her bare skin against mine. I’d proclaim to the entire staff that I she was right. My breath did smell. Anything for one chance to be with her.
“That’s a wrap.”
You go Girl, this was well done Heather pat yourself on the back. nt
Have a mystical day,
Jade
Please Pray and Support O
Oooooooohh-Oooo-Ooooooh-Ooooooh...(m)
What a story! This short piece is well written. And hot, whewee! Thanks for sharing, Sammi
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