Saturday Smut!
There is a game on twitter that involves writing sex scenes and then linking to them with the hashtag #SmutSaturday.
I'm trying to ease back into writing without getting so obsessed that I note take in middle of the night, which wouldn't be good for my health right now, so I thought I would join in the game.
I don't know if I have any talent for smuttiness, but here is my very short effort!
SmutSaturday
Subliminal scent, a pheromone imagined of vanilla and musk, declaring his unspoken presence. Not knowing her awareness he drew sudden deep breath when she spoke his name. The mocking deep caress in the tone of her voice made irrelevant all his careful planning of conversations.
He hesitated. Why did he suddenly want to run away from what he wanted? The curve of her cheek as she half turned her head was enough invitation, he stepped close to her and she leaned against him. Leaving, somehow, was not an option.
A delicate unwrapping, each in turn, slow deliberate, shivering with tension.
Lost in the moment, an utter stillness of thought.
Skin sliding against skin, unbearably unending silken sensation of touch. Nuzzling into softness and drowning senses in the perfume of warm flesh.
Lights sparking against tightly shut eyelids, opening into a tender searching gaze. Unthinkable to miss a single flicker of expression. Total communication.
It was always too late for the doubt. A time bubble of eternity!
I'm trying to ease back into writing without getting so obsessed that I note take in middle of the night, which wouldn't be good for my health right now, so I thought I would join in the game.
I don't know if I have any talent for smuttiness, but here is my very short effort!
SmutSaturday
Subliminal scent, a pheromone imagined of vanilla and musk, declaring his unspoken presence. Not knowing her awareness he drew sudden deep breath when she spoke his name. The mocking deep caress in the tone of her voice made irrelevant all his careful planning of conversations.
He hesitated. Why did he suddenly want to run away from what he wanted? The curve of her cheek as she half turned her head was enough invitation, he stepped close to her and she leaned against him. Leaving, somehow, was not an option.
A delicate unwrapping, each in turn, slow deliberate, shivering with tension.
Lost in the moment, an utter stillness of thought.
Skin sliding against skin, unbearably unending silken sensation of touch. Nuzzling into softness and drowning senses in the perfume of warm flesh.
Lights sparking against tightly shut eyelids, opening into a tender searching gaze. Unthinkable to miss a single flicker of expression. Total communication.
It was always too late for the doubt. A time bubble of eternity!