hyulhyulhyul
Really Experienced
- Joined
- May 23, 2002
- Posts
- 205
I'm not a poet. For me, it's an acquired taste that I haven't bothered to acquire. I prefer short stories. Here's the problem - or the challenge.
I'm in the process of writing a very long chapter for my story "Penny Auntie". One of the characters is a published poet. She has an encounter (a year ago) with her brother-in-law where he walks in on her unexpectedly when she is naked. Neither of them reacts for a long moment. Then, instead of covering herself, she tells him that since he has already seen everthing there is to see, he might as well go ahead and take a good long look.
She poses for him and lets him stand as near as he wants, with the proviso that he can't touch her. She doesn't want to betray her husband or his wife.
His wife is out of town until the next day, and her husband won't be home for seven hours. They spend the afternoon with him admiring her and her posing for him. She eventually gets out her husband's digital camera and puts in a new memory chip that will hold up to 2,000 pictures on low resolution. After a couple of hours, they have filled the memory chip.
They still have several hours before her husband will return home and they don't want their time together to end yet. She thinks for a while, then runs upstairs and comes back with a handfull of very sheer silk scarves. She puts one over her breasts and asks him to touch the scarf and tell her what he thinks of it. They use the artifice of the scarves to touch each other in every possible way, and finish by having oral sex in a sixty nine position with the scarves between them.
She tells him that she knows using the scarves is a rank rationalization, but they can both honestly say that they never touched one another and that her conscience is clear and his should be too.
Neither of them has mentioned the incident since then. But whever she knows that he will be coming over with his wife or in the company of their friends, she always wears one of the silk scarves around her neck. She also wrote a poem called "Touch Me Not" that won second prize in the short poem category of a prestigious poetry contest.
If one or more real poets are interested in writing that poem, I am thinking of either including it in the story (with the author's permission and with full credit ) or referencing it in some way so that interested readers can go to it and read it.
I don't know if this kind of collaboration appeals to anyone, but if you are interested, please send me a private message and I'll send you the full text of the vignette.
I'm in the process of writing a very long chapter for my story "Penny Auntie". One of the characters is a published poet. She has an encounter (a year ago) with her brother-in-law where he walks in on her unexpectedly when she is naked. Neither of them reacts for a long moment. Then, instead of covering herself, she tells him that since he has already seen everthing there is to see, he might as well go ahead and take a good long look.
She poses for him and lets him stand as near as he wants, with the proviso that he can't touch her. She doesn't want to betray her husband or his wife.
His wife is out of town until the next day, and her husband won't be home for seven hours. They spend the afternoon with him admiring her and her posing for him. She eventually gets out her husband's digital camera and puts in a new memory chip that will hold up to 2,000 pictures on low resolution. After a couple of hours, they have filled the memory chip.
They still have several hours before her husband will return home and they don't want their time together to end yet. She thinks for a while, then runs upstairs and comes back with a handfull of very sheer silk scarves. She puts one over her breasts and asks him to touch the scarf and tell her what he thinks of it. They use the artifice of the scarves to touch each other in every possible way, and finish by having oral sex in a sixty nine position with the scarves between them.
She tells him that she knows using the scarves is a rank rationalization, but they can both honestly say that they never touched one another and that her conscience is clear and his should be too.
Neither of them has mentioned the incident since then. But whever she knows that he will be coming over with his wife or in the company of their friends, she always wears one of the silk scarves around her neck. She also wrote a poem called "Touch Me Not" that won second prize in the short poem category of a prestigious poetry contest.
If one or more real poets are interested in writing that poem, I am thinking of either including it in the story (with the author's permission and with full credit ) or referencing it in some way so that interested readers can go to it and read it.
I don't know if this kind of collaboration appeals to anyone, but if you are interested, please send me a private message and I'll send you the full text of the vignette.
