Writer's Challenge: "Passionate Kiss"

[smartnsassy]

100 words or less:

Describe the moments leading up to a kiss in a way that let's us know that the kiss is "passionate" without using the word or its derivatives anywhere in the story, and without needing to describe the kiss at all beyond the simple statement of action.

Good luck

 

[bottomsup19]

SCS, I wish that my brain could work that well, that was great. i guess that I am just going to have to think harder to learn to describe things like that.

 

[bottomsup19]

I am so sorry, SQS.

 

[Boxlicker101]

I was really glad we were finally alone, as she could tell from the hard lump in my pants, which grew bigger and harder when she fondled it. My eager hands lifted her skirt above her waist, then dived through the waistband of her panties to caress the soft, smooth flesh of her ass. Her lips parted; her eyes closed and I pressed my open mouth against hers.

70 words

 

[gauchecritic]

A fingernail from the base of the spine, upward to reveal flexed muscles and a gasp. Then, through the sweating evening, amidst jostling unaware customers; a pinch, a grasp, a handful of hair. Excuses and causes making crossed paths always likely to contact cold flesh with warm. Then boldly as the night progresses, teeth to neck, lips to bare shoulder. Casual conversation in full view, brings breast pressed to bicep, whispered words, and palms to muscular thighs. Until an accidental, impeccably timed, brush through the same doorway brings crotch to belly and later, stolen, alone, hungry, mouth to mouth.

Gauche

 

[herecomestherain]

He must have known how I wanted that tongue, wanted it in my mouth, wanted to feel it on my neck, licking over my breasts, leaving a wet trail down over my soft belly, to lap at the salty wetness between my legs. I leaned close to him, my face brushing gently against the roughness of his cheek. My lips hovered over his, not touching, just inhaling his breath. I kept absolutely still, wanting him to kiss me first. I needed to know that he wanted this to happen. He stretched upward until his warm soft lips were on mine.

 

[U4ea]

All of the nerve endings along my arms and chest were alive, sensing the approach and I stood, paralysed and dazed watching him draw closer. I forgot to breathe, forgot to think, forgot everything but the hungry look in his eyes as he came closer. It felt as if his hands where everywhere, when, in truth, they were balled into fists at his sides. Finally his lips touched mine and I was powerless to stop the rush of heat that threatened to consume me. Such a simple touch, lips molding and fitting together, drinking hungrily from the other.

*grins* 98 words...

 

[smartnsassy]

It was like a storm had suddenly risen up around him, and he crackled with the power of all that electricity. His lips moved towards mine with the unstoppable power of a natural disaster, yet I invited the casualties it might bring. Time didn't stop or slow down, it imploded into a noiseless void in that eternal second of space between our lips. Somehow I knew that I would know nothing but agony until that second was up, and nothing but peace in the aftermath.

A second was far too long.

Good one!


I loved it.

 

[smartnsassy]

good job everyone. Keep 'em coming!

 

[Lucifer_Carroll]

100 words and I used no sexual tension.

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“I don’t know anymore,” he despaired cradling his head in his hands. “It’s all bullshit, you know. All such utter bullshit. Why I bother is beyond me.”

Alexis pulled the covers closer to herself, her eyes on the very verge of watery destruction.

“How long, Alexis,” he cried. “How long have you been shooting up behind my back?”

Her silence was weighted, laden with the impossibility of response.

“I’m leaving,” he said standing up. Her hand shot out quickly grabbing him by the arm. “I…eh…ug,” she tried to sound out through the tears.

Failing that, she jumped and kissed him.