Prompt Writing 10/29/14

"Seeing him again made me certain....

that my choice in leaving was the right one. The way he ushered his new girl around like a new play thing not even taking the time to look at her face or care about her reactions sunk deep into the center of my stomach. I could see the expressions she made, I could explain exactly what they meant, they were the same I had when he did that to me. The feeling of panic, uncertainty and confusion. Standing next to a man who should have brought me comfort and reassurance but instead he was throwing me to the wolves. I must admit she is a very pretty woman and even with the look of chaos on her face shines radiantly in the crowd. I had no feeling of jealousy towards her but did admire her youthful face and long slender hands. I have no idea why I noticed her hands, I suppose the fact that she was trying not to wring them and fidget was what drew my attention. 

I knew coming here was risking seeing him again. I was afraid that I would not be able to set aside the few positive feelings that still clung to him relentlessly. I suppose in the end this experience shows that it was not just me, that indeed this is his issue, his character flaw and his own uncaring selfish way. 

The least I can do is comfort the poor girl, the one thing I had wished someone would have done for me. I know his rules so there is little risk for her if I do so. Walking up to her I feel his burning glance grabbing hold of those few fibers that are holding out, but I let them burn and did not return the sentiment. I walked up to the beautiful woman and made eye contact with her, instantly she relaxed. Something so easy so simple, but so very important. 

"Hello. I'm Sasha would you care to get a drink with me?" She turned her face to him looking for some sort of reaction, confirmation, something.... it was not given.

"Please, I'd like that very much." 

By the end of our visiting we enjoyed a few drinks, talked about a great deal of everything just as great girlfriends would do, and I managed to bring her out of her shell and ease the frustration that had previously radiated from her every pore. The end was signaled as he approached.

"Sasha" he nodded. 

"Sir" I passively replied.

"Are you ready to go my pet?" he spoke to my unnamed friend. 

"Yes Sir" she replied. 

"I see you both got along well. Teri you may exchange information with Sasha if you wish, I believe she is a good acquaintance for you to keep. I'll expect you by the entrance in 5 minutes. Good evening Sasha." Teri blushed red very apparently new to the demands put on her.   

"Teri, it was a pleasure to meet you. I've enjoyed our time a great deal, I'll pass you my number and if ever you should like to visit or have questions please feel free to call or text." I said with a calm yet surprisingly confident note.

"Sasha, thank you for taking the time to talk to me. I know we did not discuss anything very deep in nature, but I can see that you have a better understanding than I do. I would like very much to be able to keep in touch with you" she nearly whispered, her voice so changed by his having addressed her. 

We exchanged numbers and I watched her quickly scoot to the door all to stand their and wait for him to finish saying his adieus. I noticed that she stood a bit taller and was more at ease with herself and the space. Had I have had a warm voice to decompress with, would the results have been different?  No, certainly not. My heart wished her the best of luck as he guided her out the door in his usual fashion.

 

- Shy Willow

"Sensual Differences"

The word sensual takes on different shapes based on the individual considering the word. For some sensuality is nothing more than another word for sexy. For other's sensuality is a connection with the senses which enhances and drives their very existence. There are others that enjoy a fun combination of the two definitions. Today as I was working on my plot I considered what avenue I was taking with the word sensual within my text. The fickle scribbles edition today is a result of that brain storming session. I hope you enjoy reading it.

Women like her are exactly what defines my manhood. It is the very essence which she sends off into the void between us which explains the fundamental differences we own. She sits in her hard wooden chair in a state of grace and elegance making my slumped and sloppy presentation so much more wanting. Her dainty hand which mindlessly caress her face as she reads demands my attention commanding my eyes to attention. Her eyes bounce from line to line across her text hypnotizing me and sending me into a deep trance. The way she bites her lip and mouths the words she reads builds charges in the air between us. Waves of brown hair cascade down her shoulders beckoning my fingers to touch their soft luxurious silky strands. Her soft feminine charm perfectly contrasts my hard manly exterior. I cannot help but to be attracted to her flawless sensuality. The rise and fall rhythm of her breathing seems to take my own breath completely from my chest. 

Suddenly I feel my face redden and my body tenses demanding I react. I feel the heat rapidly building in my body. How is it with a glance my way I suddenly feel like a molten volcano ready to explode. Our eyes meet, she has caught me examining her beauty. Am I breathing? In that very instant she reacts just exactly the way I'd assume a perfect sensual being would. A warm sweet smile is formed from her perfectly smooth lips, her dark eyelashes flutter, she bites her lip and mouths, "hello" then sinks back into her book with grace. Just when I thought she could not be any more beautiful a red tint warms her face. 

In that very moment my body responds and finds itself walking towards this electric charge...

 

- Shy Willow

Book Notes 10/25/14

Today's writing is an exert from the book I am currently working on. I hope you enjoy the character introductions. Please keep in mind I am sharing my work and ask that no portion be copied or reused without prior written permission. Sharing posts and post address via social media is welcome and appreciated.

          My office is bright and clean giving off the feel of a corporate meeting room. Seated in my leather desk chair I always take a few minutes to prepare myself for the upcoming appointments. This particular meeting requires my best work. I calm myself putting away any stress that my interfere my thoughts and muddy my emotions. I love my job. Studying people is something I grew practiced at early on in life and to be able to take something I enjoy and apply it in a career setting is very fulfilling.

     "Ma'am".

     "Yes Susan?"

     "Your 2 o'clock is here".

     "Early as expected. Thank you Susan, show him in precisely at 2 please."

     "Yes of course, is there anything else I can do for you Ma'am"?

     "No, Susan thank you."

          Susan is a tall beautiful woman. Her blonde hair is the stuff that day dreams and movies are made from. Tall and thin though not lacking for tone or shapeliness in anyway, she is certainly the most attractive assistant I have employed. Her flawless legs are strong but amazingly feminine. Always clean and tidy but never overly flaunted nor heavily perfumed she has the look of a woman on the top of a fortune 500 company.

          Ironically her inward self does not at all reflect the gorgeous body she could easily be proud of. Susan is well aware that she is permitted to call me by first name. She knows that I maintain a more comfortable setting for my employees, yet she still refers to me formally and with the utmost of respect. She often apologizes for things out of her control and well outside the parameters of her responsibility. I worry about Susan's submissive spirit especially in our line of work. Perhaps her submissiveness in the long run is exactly what the front desk needed. Either way her work ethic is flawless, her appearance is equally flawless and she is the hardest working assistant I have had the pleasure of working with. 

 

- Shy Willow

Coffee

Edgar Allen Poe is my favorite author because he can use words to make a person see, feel and hear a scene. His artful imagery may to some be seen as dark and at times concerning. To others however his work symbolized a masterful work of art painted with words to be seen, felt and cherished.

Every writer has a style of their own which develops over time and practice. Some writers are born with a natural talent while most others develop skills over a lifetime. 

Writers are writers worst nightmares. The things night terrors and anxiety is made of. However, writers are also the audience which helps us to grow and develop our own skills and style.

I am finding my style and have enjoyed the sandpaper which has been wearing away at it over the years. Though I generally focus my efforts on an entirely different genre I cannot but help to be drawn to writing something sensual and beautiful. I realize not everyone will appreciate these writings but I know that there are plenty who do. 

So when I have friends ask me what I write about I generally reply "everything". Many times this prompts the question, "like what"? When my basic reply is not accepted then I reply like this...

I love coffee. The hot smooth mug in my hands is so fulfilling. Something about the steam engulfing my face brings back the most passionate of memories. Drawing the steam closer and closer I feel the anticipation building. When the hot ceramic mug finally contacts my lips my mouth waters with desire. I linger, letting the heat envelope and consume me. Finally the sweet, creamy, hot liquid flows into my mouth sliding over my tongue. I enjoy the sensation as it eases down to the very center of me, fulfilling my every anticipation. My every need met as I savor the flavor and deep sensation.

 

-Shy Willow

Prompt Writing 10/22/14

Today's post comes from a prompt which includes a place, temperature and color. I was given hotel, hot and red. I hope you enjoy today's free writing adventure. Feel free to give me my next prompt in the comments below. 

Escaping to her hotel room Gina finally relaxed in the cool comfort. The heat from the day was tiring and at times overwhelming. Sliding the extra lock closed against the cool door, she headed towards the interior of the dark room leaving behind a trail of discarded belongings and clothing. These business trips always wore her out leaving her drained and wanting. Upon reaching the bed and her suitcase, she selected an outfit. Her fingertips caressed the red material lingering in bliss a bit longer as the straps slipped effortlessly through her fingers. 

Sliding the smooth red material up her now bare legs she thought about the stress of her day and noted how the red material seemed to wash it all away as it flowed up her hot skin. After a quick knot she turned on her heels and headed for the door with nothing but a towel in her possession. Amazing how a red swimming suit empowered her revitalizing her very being after a day of stress and trying negotiations. Walking through the door which gave barrier to the cool room and the fierce heat outside she walked towards the pool, her strides not determined nor quick, but flowing and feminine. Gina guessed what the cool water would feel like enveloping her hot body washing away the rest of the day's toil. 

-Shy Willow

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