The Painter

It was early and she was lost to the blank page before her. Her muse was slow and apathetic. She needed something to jog her creativity. Dabbling, she would roll her brush across the canvass searching for an inspirational escape. Her mind wandered coming to rest upon him. So typical she thought to herself. Yet the universe of color that exploded in her mind at just the simple thought of his smile was too hard to resist. He was her air. The oxygen needed for her creativity to breathe. Damn him for even existing in the first place.

Blank, Roll, Slow, Early, Jog

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Run

I stood quietly a few feet away with my mouth open and heart racing. I knew it was wrong to watch but I could not resist. She made the mistake of touching herself in her car is how I justified it in my mind. Her shirt lay crumpled in the seat and she writhed rhythmically as she circled her heat, oblivious to me or the world around her. I hardened, watching sweat glisten and bead across her small breasts as she neared her peak. When she finally completed her task I exhaled loudly startling us both back to reality.

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Siren

Singing woke me from a deep sleep, lifting me from a strong wine hangover. Surrounded by white cotton and sunlight I panicked wondering about the night before. My clothes were slung over a chair nearby and I pondered a quick escape. Her voice came yet again mixed with the splashing of water. It was as if her tongue were made from honey and the sound sweetened for my ears. I had to see what siren had caught me. Opening the bathroom door I decided right then I was staying for lunch and possibly forever.

Painted, Chair, Bath, Asleep, Tongue

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Sunday Social

He squinted against the bright sun not quite able to tell if it was her. He could only see her shape shrouded in the billowy grey smoke. He lost the conversation about sports or whatever, focusing as the breeze shifted, clearing his view; it was her. Smiling, letting his imagination soar, he enjoyed the pastel sundress that clung to her perfect teasing hips. Suddenly the nearness of his wife’s voice grounded him instantly and his overly firm grip on the hotdog he held rewarded him by covering his shirt in mustard. The girl in the sundress smiled knowingly.

Fuzzy, Bright, Colored, Firm, Breeze

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Strength

"Strength"

She sat there on the floor lost in thought as Damien Rice’s The Blower’s Daughter played and echoed through the nearly empty house.  The only light in the room came from a single candle whose flame rose high and flickered every so often casting long shadows on the now barren walls.  Recent events had sent her world spinning out of control and now here she sat alone and lost with just a radio on the floor, a T.V. on a milk crate and an overused loveseat.  She needed something to ground her, something to show her she forges her own path.  That’s why she called him.  Moments ago her head was swimming and eyes brimming with tears.  She refused to let a single one fall.  She pushed aside the burning questions of what next and decided tomorrow she would deal with that.  Today, right now, she was in control.

A soft rap came at the door and she rose from her knees at the center of the room and padded barefoot to open it.  She did so only a crack at first.  Peering through it, her soft green eyes landed on him and her heart skipped.  He stood there quietly with obvious concern on his face and waited.  He didn’t want to push her in any way.  The call was her decision and he was there for her even though this was the last place he should have been.

She forced a smile up at him and simply said “hey” as she opened the door for him.  As he stepped through into the shadows he looked her over. His breath caught. He never grew tired of her simple beauty.  Now it was even more accentuated as she stood there backlit by the candlelight.  A soft yellow camisole tank top rested against her breast and the only other thing she wore were faded pink lace boy cut panties.  She was gorgeous he thought to himself.  As she eyeballed him back the silence was broken by yet another Damien Rice song, “All the Animals Were Gone”.  He recognized it instantly because not too long ago when he was in a dark place it was on a continual loop at his home.  He made an effort to speak but before a sound could escape him her fingers were on his lips and she shushed him. Sliding her hand from his mouth down across his chest she took his hand in hers and led him to the love seat. 

Sunrise

In the gray of morning I watch her in silence. The damp of the dew still clings to the ground as slivers of light spill through the clouds and pierce our window. The splintered glow on her pale face is simply amazing. Her breathing is perfect and rhythmic. She smiles in her sleep and I can only hope it is because she has come across me in some far away fairy tale world. The perfect debate rises and rages in my head. Do I allow her to sleep further or do I begin her day with fresh made breakfast.

Gray, Sleep, Damp, Breathing, Silence

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Swirl

The room hangs silent as I swirl my hips above your lust. I asked you not to move, wanting to do it myself and still you reach out blindly searching for my skin. Your hand rests against my throat as I toss my head back moaning and writhing against you. You fight the urge to take over, allowing me my desire and I smile between pants and gasps knowing what sweet torture it is for you. I feel your legs begin to tighten and so I press down further, searching for and enjoying your release as it warms me.

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Overtime

The metal of the desk was cold upon her flesh.  She caught a glimpse of her reflection in the high gloss as she stared downward; she was smiling and tired.  The chance for her to be embarrassed had passed long ago.  Now she was getting what she so badly craved.  As she lay there pressed against the cluttered paper she could only laugh as she tasted her tears. “My god what was he doing to her?” then she was reminded by the sting of his hand.  With each smack on her pale round ass she grew more and more excited hoping yet for another.

Desk, Paper, Embarrassed, Long, Cold

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Fresh Start

She stood bundled in her wool coat watching the children play as the sun glinted bright off the snow. She smiled thinking how easy it was to be a child. It was a time when simple rope was much more than just simple rope. As the town’s children tugged one another around on a metal trash can lid, sliding over the crisp fallen snow, she spooned more sugar into her already too sweet cup. Turning with a smile, nearly running into him, she caught his glance and her heart quickened. She was going to really like living here.

Spoon, Rope, Sit, Glance, Sweater

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Adrenaline

She lay there tired but ready. Anticipation gave her the strength to blush. She was no longer worried about whether or not she would be in the mood. That vanished when they locked eyes. As he stared down at her with a hungry grin her heart skipped and lips moistened. The black jeans she wore now grew restrained and burdensome. It was as if he knew her very thoughts because on cue he suggested removing them with a playful growl. Giggling, she smiled broadly turning her face away so that he could not see the want in her eyes.

Black, Legs, Jeans, Tired, Worried

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Stranger

When the door opened she didn’t have time react. In an instant she was pinned to the wall. Her panties were ripped away and just like that he was inside her. Her eyes were glazed, mouth half open and panic subsiding as he fucked her with the door wide open. For days she had been waiting for him; wanting him. He was far away on business travel but there was just a slight chance he could stop by and they could…connect. She just figured the first time they actually met away from the computer it would be over coffee.

Door, Mouth, Panic, Far, Travel

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Concentration

The fan clicked and whirred above their heads. The circular wind it generated wasn’t enough to make a difference. But he didn’t care. His skin, covered in sweat, stuck tacky and warm to the couch when he moved; if he moved. But for now he was still, holding his breath and as still as he could ever be. She was intense both with the way her eyes stared up at him and with the way her mouth worked softly over his desire. Who really cared about how hot is was anyway?

Eyes, Couch, Warm, Softly, Intense

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Daisy

She sat there staring at the flower as it dipped and swayed in the wind. The breeze was a welcome change on this hot humid day. As her sun dress clung to her body from her sweat she smiled lost in thought. It was amazing how he never seemed to forget to say I love you. It didn’t always come in words. Today it was simple daisy picked as the sun rose and placed perfectly on the table before he headed to work. She couldn’t wait to say I love you back when he got home.

 Flower, Forget, Simple, Table, Wind

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Sunset

She scampered barefoot and smiling on the cool green grass. Tossing my book by her shoes I allowed myself to be lost in happiness. In out of the trees I chased her as the sun set. Finally collapsing together breathless we paused. I slowly moved her hair out of her delicate pale face and smiled as she pierced me with those brilliant alluring green eyes. The day wasted was nearly perfect. The only thing left was simple. Leaning in to her, our lips met and our heart’s stopped. She tasted sun drenched and perfect and I no longer cared about tomorrow.

 Barefoot, Book, Perfect, Breathless, Shoes

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Stairwell

Her cheeks are flushed bright red, yet down here in the dark they go unnoticed. Heated desires are restrained as they quietly wait in the doorway. Pressed against one another their breaths remain held as fear courses through their minds but shows as want in their bodies. The voices above are fading. They shouldn’t be here. Their chance to leave is now but the hunger for just one more kiss overwhelms.

 Restrained, Flushed, Dark, Door, Down

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