Writing Challenge: 50 Words -- With a Twist

‘I wonder if he does lingerie shots. I would look so good in that orchid print silk robe I got from VS’
“I’ll make some coffee when were finished” he said. He placed a large sketch pad on the easel.
“Tilt you head slightly to your left. Perfect. Hold still.”

Chicken remote movie
 
“You know if you took a picture of me it would make it easier to draw me.”

“I’ve already done so with my camera wireless remote,” he smiled. “It’s also on record so I’m making a movie of you.”

He switched topics suddenly. “Let’s have food delivered. General Tsao’s Chicken?”



playground
daydream
sundae
 
I took a stroll through the neighborhood Sunday afternoon. Children were playing on the playground. Their mother offered ice cream cones but one of the children wanted a sundae. Such a simple life they have living for the moment. What I wouldn’t give for a moment …a moment with you.

Frog bread can
 
Frog. Bread. Can.

Gazing across a paint splattered can on the wooden stand alongside the battered bread box storing his sketches, he absorbs her beauty as though a frog buried in refreshing mud.

Leaning toward the inflection of swept hair, he whispers to her ear;

“Tell me - Just how hungry are you?”

~:~​

Window

Language

Perilously
 
Gazing across a paint splattered can on the wooden stand alongside the battered bread box storing his sketches, he absorbs her beauty as though a frog buried in refreshing mud.

Leaning toward the inflection of swept hair, he whispers to her ear;

“Tell me - Just how hungry are you?”

~:~​

Window

Language

Perilously

She gazed out the window for a long moment before answering. The little house overlooked a lonesome strip of beach, but today she saw a lone figure wading out into the surf.

The language of love can lead you perilously close to madness, she mused.

"Not very," she replied softly.

* * *

Finicky

struggle

blunt
 
She gazed out the window for a long moment before answering. The little house overlooked a lonesome strip of beach, but today she saw a lone figure wading out into the surf.

The language of love can lead you perilously close to madness, she mused.

"Not very," she replied softly.

* * *

Finicky

struggle

blunt

My eyes wander across her semi-nakedness, mouth watering at the prospect of the feast to come. My lust - blunt, consuming - compels me to wrench her free of finicky lingerie, regardless of struggle.

As distraction, I remove a brush from the mottled can; study it under her watchful gaze.

~:~​

Oil

Invitation

Gleaming
 
My eyes wander across her semi-nakedness, mouth watering at the prospect of the feast to come. My lust - blunt, consuming - compels me to wrench her free of finicky lingerie, regardless of struggle.

As distraction, I remove a brush from the mottled can; study it under her watchful gaze.

~:~​

Oil

Invitation

Gleaming

She turned her gaze from the window and back to him, where he sat contemplating the oil-based paint on the tip of his brush. The gleaming sunlight danced across the blond streaks in his hair.

Her eyes spoke an invitation to him. Paint your desire on my living canvass.


(am I getting too cheesy? lol)


sandy

filigree

mustache
 
She turned her gaze from the window and back to him, where he sat contemplating the oil-based paint on the tip of his brush. The gleaming sunlight danced across the blond streaks in his hair.

Her eyes spoke an invitation to him. Paint your desire on my living canvass.


(am I getting too cheesy? lol)


sandy

filigree

mustache

In the reflection of the window he strokes his upper lip, taking strange satisfaction in having earlier shaven off the filigree of his sandy, 70’s mustache. Careful to maintain her space, he teases the bristles up along the top of her closest thigh.

“Kolinsky Sable … How does it feel?”

~:~​

For me, not at all, Ma'am. But there may be those whom say you're asking the wrong guy. [laughs]

Porcelain.

Swollen.

Secret.
 
In the reflection of the window he strokes his upper lip, taking strange satisfaction in having earlier shaven off the filigree of his sandy, 70’s mustache. Careful to maintain her space, he teases the bristles up along the top of her closest thigh.

“Kolinsky Sable … How does it feel?”

~:~​

For me, not at all, Ma'am. But there may be those whom say you're asking the wrong guy. [laughs]

Porcelain.

Swollen.

Secret.
:D
Goose bumps rose along the pale porcelain skin of her thigh. "It tickles," she said huskily, "but please don't stop." She licked her lips, naturally plump, swollen as if from passionate kissing. He had accidentally stumbled upon one of her secret desires - to be stroked head to toe with sable.

* * *

advantage

tangled

crashing
 
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Advantage, Tangle, Crashing

You know you like it…I can remember everything…how he took advantage of me…his grimy hands tangled in my hair…forcing me to kneel there and take all of him…good girl. My little world crashing down around me…degraded and defiled…good girlDaddy loves you…this is wrong…now don’t tell, or Mommy will get hurt.

Fondle, Cradle, Cuddle
 
To him the term fondle had such a negative tone. He didn’t fondle her he petted and caressed and then afterwards he liked to cuddle. He loved to cradle her in his arms. But, did she like things that way. Did she want a rough and tumble kind of man?

Tomato window pen
 
Tomato window pen

The sun shone hot and clear as she knelt in the garden. She picked the last ripe tomato and sat back, wiping her brow. A glare in the window blinded her for a moment, until she turned away from the house.

In the pen next to the garden, a sheep bleated.


saddle

shifting

surprise
 
Another work day with the sand shifting under his feet as he carried the saddle from the corral. Tourists wanted to ride horses down the beach. He turned and saw her.
“Surprise!”
How many years had it been since he’d seen her? How many seconds since he’d thought of her?


Spasm eyes sparkle
 
Startled by the powerful voice, she slowly turned her head. Forcing a smile upon her face she faced him. Seeing the sparkle in his eyes reminded her of a far-flung night. In the distance she heard a siren, louder and louder. Her whole body felt as though enveloped by spasm.

Adrenaline.

Pleasure.

Fingertips.
 
adreneline, pleasure, fingertips

Startled by the powerful voice, she slowly turned her head. Forcing a smile upon her face she faced him. Seeing the sparkle in his eyes reminded her of a far-flung night. In the distance she heard a siren, louder and louder. Her whole body felt as though enveloped by spasm.

Adrenaline.

Pleasure.

Fingertips.

Adrenaline shot through her veins, pulses racing wildly. It had been years since they parted way, said goodbye; she in sorrow and he in anger. On their last night together, they had given each other such pleasure.

How she longed to reach out and brush his lips with her fingertips!


stunned

busy

spoken
 
He had left so many, many things unsaid. If he had only spoken the words she desperately wanted to hear. If he had only opened up to her. Was he too late? Was she really leaving? He was stunned. If he truly wanted her back he had better get busy.


Truth legs motorcycle
 
legs, motorcycle, truth

As he swung his long legs over his motorcycle, she wept with joy. Only hours before she’d been riding that muscular body. He waved good-bye to her and blew her a kiss. As he drove away, she saw the back of his leather jacket emblazoned with his motto “Live only Truth.”

nylons
hat
wig
 
With a smile he pulled the nylons over his legs, adjusting the bustier as he looked into the mirror. "Who's the prettiest?" He said as he plopped the wig on his head, twirling to look at himself. His sister gasped from the doorway. "Oh my god..." she muttered. "I have a hat that would go great with that." :D

Medic
Kangaroo
Popcorn
 
kangaroo, medic, popcorn

The scene at the zoo was frantic. Everyone was running and screaming. The animals were getting more nervous by the minute. Chaos was everywhere. “Medic!” Someone was heard screaming over the noise. “Hurry! The kangaroo has choked on a piece of popcorn! The sign says ‘DO NOT FEED THE ANIMALS!’”

ranch
hairbrush
neighbor

great touch gagon..... loved it
 
She missed the open spaces of the ranch she thought as she put down the hairbrush. The city it was just too crowed. Only a few feet separated you from your neighbor. But there was an upside to all of this. You didn’t need binoculars to exercise your voyeuristic tendencies.


Cat dictionary telephone
 
Cat. Dictionary. Telephone.

Casting the dictionary to one side, she let out an exasperated sigh: “Oh, come along then … ”

Still in her robe, she went and boiled water for tea. Removing the kettle from the flame, only the sticky sound of the cat lapping milk remained as she eyed the telephone.

~:~​

Diminutive

Wantonness

Massage
 
diminutive watonness massage

Her diminutive statue often fooled people who didn't know her well. But her small frame and innocent eyes hid a wantonness, waiting for the right moment to be unleashed.

She lifted the handset of the phone and dialed. "Yes, I'd like to schedule a massage for 10:30 please," she said.

cautious

elements

spread
 
Cautious. Elements. Spread.

“No chance. We're booked solid here 'til twelve ... ”

Cautious not to drop the cell, I stroll around the edge of the pool, glancing at bathers: mostly men in their forties and fifties. No rippling abdomens here. The middle-age spread displaying clearly they denied themselves no opportunities for excess.

~:~​


Sweltering.

Mundane.

Fruition.
 
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Sweltering. Mundane. Fruition.


Disappointed that the phone call hadn’t come to fruition, he exhales a long sigh.

Sweltering in the balmy afternoon heat of this humid mundane day, he contemplates a dip in the refreshing water of the pool. Scanning the vast amount of bodies jostling for space he realises it is impossible.

Decide.

Willing.

Suffer.
 
decide willing suffer

She took a sip of her mojita and glanced disinterestedly around the pool area. She couldn't decide if she was willing to suffer another minute surrounded by aging playboys in their speedos. Sweet Jesus, was that Arnold Schwartzenegger over there? No, just a look-alike.

Then her eyes met his. Time froze.

Frisson

dubious

insistent
 
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