Her Name

Getting to know a man like Him is a thrilling cocktail of excitement, adrenaline, and the unknown. I could see where it would be easy to assume that with how upfront He is that there would not be much under the surface....

We started visiting several months ago. Our first conversations were pretty straight forward with little by way of mush or emotion. Getting to know each other was easier than other acquaintances and relationships I've experienced. A hard working man with a specific taste in most things and a desire to make sure communication is complete and effective.  

I am fairly open myself. My emotions can be a mess like most women I suppose. So things I tend to be open about while others I tend to bury very deep, only visiting them myself on rare occasions making certain I leave years between those visits. 

There is something very refreshing about a man that is so open. I wont go so far as to say that He is talkative. Nor will I say that his openness removes all intimidation... that simply is not the case. He demands respect with his movements, the way He crafts His responses, and the manner His body moves with overwhelming confidence in everything that He does. 

Our first dates were in public places, or with a couple of friends joining us. He wanted me to feel safe. Some of our outings were more formal dinner dates; a couple of dinner events were even related to His job, which really was surprising to me. Another few dates were at locations in town which tend to accommodate a variety of relationships, lifestyles, and comforts. I was introduced to a few ladies that were with friends that He spotted as we visited. Always having a couple or more join us as the night progressed. Under other circumstances I am sure I would find that annoying. His lead puts my mind at ease, and I very much enjoyed those I had the honor to meet. Along with the interesting people, I watched how he interacted differently with those in this setting, than He did in any other place that I'd seen yet. He was more relaxed, still carrying Himself strongly but somehow a bit more at ease.  

Tonight's date is a bit different. The nerves building inside of me are actually making my stomach upset. To be honest, I have no idea why. Going over my own personal checklist of things I had wished to finish before leaving my apartment, I found that with each moment that got closer I am more and more apprehensive. Not fear... or is it fear? No it cannot be fear, is it excitement? Yes that must be it, but there is something more. 

My cobalt blue dress is pretty stunning and I'd hoped that by wearing it I may just feel a bit of added confidence. Black heels and a loose carefree curly hair style fell over my shoulders down the length of my back. Wearing a bit more makeup than I do for work, yet less dark in color I glanced again at the mirror and while I never really appreciate what I see, I wasn't overly disappointed either. 

"Hello."  I smiled while He was greeting me and opening his apartment door. I felt the heat radiate from my cheeks.

"Hello. Come on in. You look wonderful." His words came out smoothly and not at all lacking that confidence I've come to know Him by.

"Thank you." I stepped carefully through the threshold of a new adventure. 

"You look a bit nervous."

"Yes I am, and I am not sure why." I spoke honestly without hesitation.

"Good." His smirk always lights me on fire. "It simply means you don't find me predictable yet. I like that." He took my arm and led me to a sitting room and motioned me to sit with him. "Care for a drink?"

"Yes please."

"Pinot Nior alright?" He knew very well it was more than alright. I smiled and have an agreeable nod.

Our dinner went very well. Smoothly and we visited about a lot of topics ranging from work, to current events, people He'd introduced me to, and upcoming plans. While He was very professional feeling in our meal, I could not help but notice the occasional glance that did not quite feel like it agreed with the tone He was keeping.  

A fruity dessert and another class of wine in the sitting room and the tone changed again. He was more relaxed and had that easy look on His face that I saw at the club. 

After a bit He moved to stand in front of me. Pulling me to my feet and holding my hand He led me towards a hallway that had stairs. In a sudden move I found myself turned facing Him with my hands behind my back, and my back pushed up to the railing of the stairs. Instantly my body changed all of the prior nervous energy into a heated want. His lips barely touched my neck and He slid His lips and nose up to the bottom of my hairline. 

"You look incredible in this deep blue color." His whisper poured hot breathe onto my skin which was already on high alert. Before I could respond His teeth gently sunk into my neck. A sigh escaped my lips, while a moment later a chuckle left His. 

"I'm glad you enjoy that. You need a name." He said as he looked me up and down as though He were inspecting me like He would a new car. A grin came to His face. "It came to me the moment you walked through the door." I smiled as I watched His expression teasing me, delighting in my not knowing, my anticipation. 

"We are expecting company tonight. You remember Roger and His Doll?" 

"Yes, I believe she was the one with jet black hair and Roger was the very tall man."

"That's right. I invited them over so that you could get to know Doll a bit better." With that His lips took ownership of mine. Still holding my wrists His body heat on mine made my knees feel weak as His lips seemed to be filling me with life itself. Pulling away He smiled down at me. 

At that moment a knock came at the door, lacing our fingers together He walked me to the door. Grinning at me as he opened the door, He dropped my hand to shake Roger's and invite them in.

"Roger. Doll." He said giving Doll a brief hug. "You remember Sapphire?" 

I looked up into His eyes, which met mine. A small smile spread across my lips as I saw that knowing look on His face again. 

"Hello Sapphire, it is great to see you again," Roger said as he leaned in to give me a small hug. No one has ever touched me, of any of His friends, but it seems that having been introduced with my new name is significant. 

"Hello Lovely!!" Doll giggled as she gave me an excited hug. 

He and Roger moved into the room finding the wine. Doll and I visited a moment before we were interrupted.

"Doll."

"Yes, Sir."

"Come sit." Rogers voice came from the sofa. 

Doll gave me a quick smile and headed directly towards Roger. He game towards me as Doll was sitting at Rogers feet. Handing me my glass of wine, which He'd refreshed He slid His hand around mine saying, "Come Sapphire".  

I am sure the smile on my face as I walked next to Him did not go unnoticed by Roger and Doll, but I was too busy trying to control the heat I knew came to my face yet again. Sitting us down on the sofa opposite of Roger He whispered in my ear, "Ready?" I nodded subtly. 

Roger and He visited for some time, as Doll kneeled quietly at Rogers feet. He handed her some wine and she sat still and sipped her wine, remaining attentive to Roger. I also sipped my wine in silence observing the conversation and happenings. I could feel His energy and knew that this was important...


(to be continued)

~ Shy

NaNoWriMo 2015

Hello there. It has been some time since I sat down to write, much to my own dismay. I have been so caught up in life. Some of it good and necessary of course. Some of it doing nothing for me but causing stress and erratic sleep patterns. I have been reminding myself on occasion that I will write again this year for the NaNoWriMo challenge. 

I loved the National Novel Write Month challenge of 50k in 30 days, which I participated in last year. I was a winner and was able to finish my first full novel, which is still in the works to be published. 

I had thought for sure I'd have been a better planner this year. Had a topic, direction, burning desire to etch out in black and white the inner burning passion.... yeah you know I just did not get that far. And here I am on day one of the challenge with nothing to say, nothing to write. 

Then it hit me. Writing is me. It is my release, passion, and my way. I have been suppressing that, no wonder the words and thoughts and passion are not free flowing. 

Last years novel was my leaving the box novel. It represented so much in my life. Now I am in yet another weird phase and am finding myself scrambling to understand what it all means. There is one plot that I've developed over the years that I wish to write much different that my erotic piece last year. However, it still thrives on sensuality. Part of me thinks that its just not the time. Another part of me thinks that a part 2 of last year is in order, so as I am searching for the answer to my problem I thought it was time to put down some type. 

I hope you join my new challenge of another national writing challenge, as well as the challenge of finding style again. It seems that my time taken away for higher education is tearing me away from my own style. NO this paper is not formatted in APA!!!

I know that my absence has been noted by a couple of dear friends. My apologies for disappearing into the never-neverland of my own torment. I do hope you find it in yourselves to forgive me. I hope you enjoy seeing what you've inspired in the weeks to come. 

~ Shy Willow 

I Was Not Disappointed

Sitting here at this restaurant is both my favorite place to be, and my worst nightmare. The atmosphere is alright, classy and operated by an upbeat staff and management team. While I sit, I know on several occasions throughout the week he is going to walk in. He will be meeting with clients, friends, and even one of the women who have appreciated his looks the way I do. That body that sets mine on fire, that smile that is so damn contagious I would stare at him patiently waiting for it to emerge, looking an absolute obsessive fool just to see its purity. Yet, when he walks by so does my broken heart and rekindled pain. 

I knew better. I knew in the morning it was going to hurt. I knew that two people open, and free, sharing and blissfully calm was a recipe for disaster. I knew from the pleasure there was going to be absolute pain. I was not disappointed. 

Playing together and pushing aside all care, even the ugly truths were stunningly beautiful. How could two hearts bared completely open yield anything but ravishing art? We painted, the both of us, on one canvas the picture of beauty. I was not disappointed.

In his arms I knew I would never feel this again. I knew it while it happened. As he drifted into the sweetest and most peaceful sleep my mind did not want to let go of a moment I knew I would never get back again. It felt perfect. As my heart fell, letting go, and finally trusting to be free, his stayed frozen in time and pain. He waits there still as I plunge into a dark, dismal abyss forever reaching for that light he gave me. I knew this would hurt. I was NOT disappointed. 

- Shy Willow

Rum... pt 3

Yes that's right, a third installment of "Rum" by request. Shall we see how James and Rum fair now that Rum is aware of James possessiveness? Will she submit to her own desire, has she found her glitter in the mud, is James just taking advantage of a pretty face?


"I didn't see that coming, that's for sure." Rum's pleasure was apparent on her face. 

"I want to hear you say it," James still holding her hair spoke with calm confidence. Rum's face spoke her confusion, "I want to hear you say that you understand that you are mine" Jame's tone not wavering.

"I'm yours, Sir."

"Hmmm. I need more than that" James' expression lit fire to Rum's delicate black silk panties.

"I'm yours Sir, until you no longer wish to have me" her tone was certainly different than she used in the bar.

"I don't share, I am jealous, I am possessive, you're not allowed to be touched, do you understand that?" Jame's question was much less asking and much more demanding and Rum loved every bit of it.

"I understand, no one else's." With that James spun her around and pressed her against a nearby wall. Spreading her legs with a knee and pinning her wrists to the wall at the same time, Rum could feel James' want press into her ass. Sliding her hands up the wall and over her head James whispered in her ear, "Good now I'm claiming whats mine."

.... 

Massaging and kneading my cheek he spoke in my ear, "You're mine Rum." I'd just gotten used to the rhythm of his hand when he suddenly slapped my ass, hard. The shock woke something up inside of me I had not felt in quite a long time. Desire started to pool in my core and I bit my bottom lip in utter need trying to focus through the sting, and at the same time relax and let go. A second, third, fourth, then fifth sting landed all lighting up my body sending me into an orbit that is hard to control.  

While I was still working my way through his touch he stripped my body of my clothing, everything but my black heels. Spinning me around he used his thumb to slide my lip from my teeth. "Knees Rum". I slid to my knees and look up at a beautiful specimen of a man towering over me and felt another gush in my hot folds. I grinned and stuck my tongue out waiting....

Gagging on his huge cock only made matters worse. His growl of pleasure turned on my fire. Before I knew it he had me on the floor my body pinned and my legs spread by his thick, strong body. How he knew exactly what all of my weakness are is truly beyond me. 

"Mmmm I knew you'd like that" James words came out as pure sex as his fingers discovered my very wet slit. "I knew you were naughty."  I moan to his expert touch unable to develop any other response. "Your mouth is so good Rum, but I am claiming all of you tonight" James continued to bring me to the edge of the cliff. As quietly as I could I writhed with his touch, holding back, then finally jumping off when he said, "cum for me Rum, now." Before my skydive had ended James had rammed hard into my girl. Pounding me relentlessly I was ready seconds after I landed. 

"James" his name came from my lips. "That's right Rum, who do you belong to?" His confidence was a secret weapon that I had no defense for.

"James, I belong to ...." Pressing me down hard and pounding into me with machine like consistency and force I couldn't get my mind to work for me. 

"Good girl, let me have it Rum, don't hold back what belongs to me." His words again undid me and I shattered under him. This continued over and over and over as he tormented the perfect spot inside of me, until I lost count. James was finally starting to build enough that he was moaning and whispering into my ear. 

Suddenly he had me up, to my feet, then bent over the arm of the couch. Sliding his glorious cock all the way up and all the way down my sensitive skin I wondered how much longer I could hold up. 

A jolt rushed through me his hand landed on my other cheek. Once, twice, then on the third slap he entered my body again. After sending out a squeal James' honey like words enveloped me "Who's hole is this third one I'm enjoying Rum?" His hand was again expertly working my clit as he rammed deeply into ass.

"James" I cried, "Oh James, it's yours." Again his body picked a rhythm that was pure perfection. This time when I fell to pieces he joined me.

I crumbled into his arms when he lifted me up to his chest moments later. Cradled in his arms I had no energy to argue, be snarky, or even express my admiration. I couldn't even ask if he was pleased. 

Another few moments later I was woken as he was pulling us together under the sheets in his bed. Kissing my neck James soothed, "sleep sweetheart". I mumbled for a syllable or two until the brain finally made semi quality connection with my mouth, "I didn't get to make sure you were satisfied, Sir."

James laughed heartily, "I am beyond satisfied. My body and my mind are elated, you're finally in my arms, and you didn't run away from my kinky lovin" he chuckled again.

"Never." 

"Never what?" he hummed. "I'd never run away, you're my glitter" my mouth was failing me as the words oozed out thick with exhaustion.

"You'll have to explain that one to me tomorrow, sleep baby, that's an demand, you need to rest." Playing with my hair was the final nail in my decent to sleep.

"Good night James."

"Good night Rum." 

-Shy Willow

Rum... part 2

As per a request from a reader, I am following up the writing prompt from 5/18/15 with a second chapter. James and Miss Rum get to grace our senses with another appearance. 

I hope you enjoy this addition to the story, feel free to request your very own story, or one for a friend. Writing prompts can be a word, a couple of words, or even a sentence or more. 

Please keep in mind that Shy Willow is copyright material created by myself, and should not be copied or rewritten, a link pointing back to original material with a brief citation is always appreciated. Please be mindful of the audience that you share with. 



Rum watched James work. Sitting in silence she still wondered what exactly it was that had just happened. She knew what it was, she felt it, but was she fooling herself, was James just sparing the 30th customer this year from her uninterested smart remarks?

Most of her acquaintances actually knew her as Lady she hated her mother for that name. "Who names a baby Lady?" 

Lady was a hard working and focused woman. Raised by a single mother, Lady had always worked hard. Freshly out of college Lady landed a position at an advertising firm and had to deal with witty, snotty, and flirty people all day. Not exactly the dream job, but it was helping her to pay off some debt and get a resume built before she hoped to begin the next leg of her education. 

The bar was her place to unwind. She didn't have to worry about the work that was waiting for her in her apartment, as she sat at the dark, smooth bar. She chose to leave the job in her cubical the moment she walked onto the sidewalk. So, for those few minutes every so often, she had no responsibilities. She certainly didn't wish to mess that up with a complicated relationship. Besides, finding someone she was compatible with was like finding a piece of glitter in a dump truck of mud.  

Jame's had slid a glass of water towards her while her mind ran wild in the numbness the alcohol caused. Having finished it, he filled her glass again. 

"No need to cock your eyebrow at me, you seem thirsty tonight." James gave way no emotion as he slid her glass back to her. Rum had no problem at all admiring him as he worked behind the bar. His confidence was absolutely stunning. 

A few minutes later he erupted from a set of swinging doors to the left of the bar, with a modest black leather jacket hugging his strong shoulders. The color set off his features causing Rum to press her thighs tightly together as he strode over to her. 

Coming around the bar he grabbed her hand, "Come on love, lets blow this pop-sickle stand." 

"Have I lost my senses? Am I really walking out of the bar with a bartender?" He'd probably done this countless times, but not her. But, it was James, and his hand felt so strong and amazing around hers. Why was she drawn to him?

After waving down a cab, and enduring a silent ride to his apartment, James paid and tipped the driver and the pair were headed up the elevator.  Once inside James took her jacket and his and hung them. Motioning Rum inside and towards the couch, he left and returned again with two bottles of spring water. 

"You know very well I have little trouble handling what I drink James." She nearly pouted. 

"Drink." His expression gave nothing away, but their eyes once again locked and passion was building between them at an alarming rate. Neither were able to look away, until finally he repeated "drink Lady." Having read her credit card quite a few times it came as no surprise that he knew her name. 

....
Finally complying and sipping a bit of the ice cold water James started. "I know you enjoy going to the bar to get away from people" I looked into his eyes wondering where this was going. 

"I also know that you like to let go for awhile while you are there". I watched his luscious lips move deliciously forming them into shapes that made my body flush with desire. James continued, "I'm not generally the type to refrain when there is something that I want. I work for it." 

Rum chuckled, "I never took you as the criminal type." 

James was less than amused. He drank the rest of his water silently, stood pulled her to her feet and held her tightly. "You can be lippy in the bar all you want but not with me, do you understand?" 

I felt red burn across my face with both confusion and desire, this was a side of James I've never felt before. He seems to speak my language. I nodded in agreement and took note of the wetness building in my core. 

James slapped my ass hard, "do you understand?" He repeated calmly but with a tone that was beyond sexy.

"Yes, James, I understand, I wont be sarcastic with you." My body responded instantly, betraying my own mind. 

"I know you Lady." He reached down his lips to mine and sent my body into a tailspin of heat and tension. 

"How long have you been refraining from what you want?"  James lips formed a smile that would charm anyone, "since the moment your fine body waltzed into my bar." 

"Why tonight James?"

"Because I couldn't stand the thought of another man touching you. I don't share, you've been mine for a long time Lady, it's about time you knew it." Pulling my head back with a fist full of hair James kissed me deeply, reaching the very extent of my most secret places, then pulling away again. "Now you know. What do you have to say about it?"

I took in a deep breath hoping to clear away the haziness from Jame's kiss. The haze was the intense rush of desire gushing through every vein in my body....

(to be continued)

- Shy Willow

Sensual Sounds Foreigner

Oh more of those Sensual Sounds that just make your body sing with tantalizing sensation, today brought to your sensual pleasure by Foreigner and their song "I Want to Know What Love is".  

-Shy Willow

Sensual Sounds - Ed Sheeran Thinking Out Loud

There are a few of us out there that go completely crazy by certain sounds. Yes, yes its true, some of us can get turned on by a simple little sound. 

Much like my writing and reading, I enjoy a wide range of music. For this blog however, I will only be posting music that has a profound effect on my body. I hope you enjoy these Sensual Songs as much as I do ;) .  

-Shy Willow

Beast

She sunk her teeth into my neck, stirring something deep inside of me. The pain subtle but absolutely overwhelming. For weeks she's been telling me she wants to see the beast inside of me. So many times I've laughed and rolled my eyes. But her teeth made it clear. I finally understand what she wants.

The moment I felt her pearly whites clamp down on my skin I felt something primal come alive within my chest. Some deep dark hidden secret needing to erupt from inside of me. A growl escaped my throat as I firmly grasped her tiny waist in my hands. I've always been so delicate and careful with her, but now I find myself wanting to ravage and consume her pretty little feminine body. 

She growled low, "I knew you were in there" and the words hit me like a steal i-beam. I felt my entire body tense with need. Trying to distract myself I kissed her soft lips. Biting my bottom lip and tugging gently, she released and groaned "you are going to have to do better than that". Why was she trying to make me mad, and why was it working, and damn why is it turning me on. 

Her hands started pushing and pulling me, I've always been surprised by how strong she is for her size. She packs an ornery punch for such a dainty little thing. Biting my chest and shoulders then neck again she started to try to pin me down. 

That did it.

In a flash  my eyes hazed. Before I even had time to think I had her flipped on her back, arms pinned above her head and her legs spread to make room for me. With one hand I was peeling her close off as she tried to fight back and free herself. The harder she fought the firmer I held her. Her giggles turned into grunts of effort, then into low hungry moans and groans. 

I teased her entrance with the throbbing and swollen pride of my manhood. "You've never been so ready for me baby" I growled in her ear. She couldn't even formulate words in response. "I like you hot, and panting underneath of me." She moaned loudly and tried to roll her hips into me. Her entire body was in submission to me, and something about that made me feel alive and awake for the first time. 

I forced my way inside of her, no frill, no warm-up. I punished her wetness for teasing me. It felt so damn good, I growled in hear ear biting her neck and pounding into her until her moans mixed with gasps of pain. Her moans got louder, her cries spurred me on, harder and harder. "This isn't going to stop until you cum baby" I smirked as I looked into her near tearing eyes. 

Instantly her body responded and she clamped down on me. Her beautiful eyes rolled to the back of her head and her body curled tightly against my hold on her. A second later her body was violently jerking and twitching, the sensation was my own undoing and I filled her with myself. 

She continued shaking for moments after. Then suddenly I heard her gasp as though she'd been holding her breath the entire time. I pulled her into an embrace lying next to her, as we both worked down our breathing. 

I felt regular vision restored to my eyes and I saw a softness return to her face. Looking up at me she smirked, "I knew you had it is you".

- Shy Willow

Writing Prompt 5/8/2015

Hello there. I am just finished with some work and thought it would be fun to unwind a bit with another prompt writing...

Today's random prompt- rum

Sitting at the bar I run my finger around the brim of my glass. Taking in the usual scene I note a few regulars playing pool in the back corner. I like the bar stools here they swivel smoothly giving to my slight fidgets. The dimmer lighting gives of a more soothing atmosphere than the bright and loud hot spot uptown. 

The regulars know I am not interested in their comments. They know hitting on me is like talking to a brick wall. I am always polite until they cross that line. James the tender tonight knows me well enough to tell when to intervene and tell someone to move along. He doesn't ask questions, I like that. 

"What are you drinking sweetheart?" a large fella asks as he slides clumsily into the seat next to me. I cock my eyebrow at him and mock, "sweetheart, I'm not looking for company". He scoffs and waves James down motioning to fill up my glass.  James smiles politely, "why don't you move on down here and I'll pour you one on the house, I don't think she's quite ready for another yet." The ogre grumbled as he moved down the bar taking James up on the offer. 

Ogre throws back his shot and makes way to the other ladies in the bar. I giggle, "yeah they are more your type" as they coo at his attentions. James confidently makes his way back over and cocks his lips into knowing smirk. "Fill er'up James." James obliges and nods, "be back soon". He is a very handsome man. Tall, strong, dark hair and features but a sweet smile that nearly comes off innocent. A college student he works by night and studies by day, I admire him. He always knows what sort of mood I am in, either quiet, very quiet, or irate quiet. We get in a few sentences in my quiet nights. 

Taking a large swallow of my drink I relax and enjoy the burn as it heats from the back of my throat all the way down. Sighing out the last of the heat I continue to run my fingers around the glass, as a blonde man sits next to me, one stool over. His features are sharp and he is dressed in a grey suit with a smart maroon tie. He nods at me as James asks "what can I get for you?" 

"Whatever she's having" the suit says, without skipping a beat. James shoots me a look which I cannot quite make out, jealousy? No, but it wasn't the usual, "no worries I got this look" either. 

"A double?" James words ooze from his firm lips. 

"Please." The suit threw back his glass and drained it, swinging his glaze back at me when he was finished. "Strong stuff there, bad day at the office?" his words flowed from his lips like he's said them thousands of times before.

"No this is my version of a beer after work." I smirk in response giving nothing away. 

"What is this tequilla?" A flush was coming to the suit's face already. I knew it was a matter of minutes before he decided to scoot to the stool next to me. "So you come here often?" He tried to look sincere. Ugh another well rehearsed line. I huff and roll my eyes looking to find James. Busy with the barroom cheerleaders and the Ogre he didn't notice my plea for help. 

Looking forward I began to swirl the remainder of my drink right before gulping it down, savoring the familiar burn. "Damn girl that's hot" the suit winked as he began to move towards the closer stool. Setting my glass down I sigh out the rest of my burn mixed with frustration. 

Just as suit-boy leaned in to say something, James was standing before us. The mass of his body was intimidating enough to give pause to the suit. "Another?" James asked the suit. "Ah, no, I'm good for now" he stammered. James gave me my smirk silently asking if I was ready for another. I tipped my head and he filled me up. James lingered, I was waiting for his move on the suit, but instead his eyes met mine and didn't move. The look was almost too much. I felt a familiar burn, this one did not take liquor, this one was want. Was that what I saw in his look? in his eyes now? 

"Love, I'm off work early tonight, do we have plans?" The words came from his mouth and I swear if felt better than anything I'd ever felt. "Yup" was all I could muster. A silent tingle raging through my body.  Our eyes not breaking apart, even when suit interrupted, "well, I have work early in the morning, was nice to meet you" he tipped his head at me. "By the way, what is that you are drinking?" James eyes piercing into mine, a look that makes my body respond with fury, a look that says he isn't playing a game. Without breaking our tension James says "rum". 

"Well, Rum, it was a pleasure meeting you." I look towards the suit and smile taking the moment to try to collect myself again. He put cash down on the bar and made a b-line for the door. I look back to James wondering if it was just a distraction, but find that I am the one distracted. 

As our eyes meet he leans close to me, "So, Rum, I'm off in twenty minutes." I gave him the smirk he usually gives me as his lips met mine briefly. I nod my usual nod after our lips separate. 

Finishing up and briefing his replacement, Carrie, on what's left I let the rest of my rum slide down warming me up, but the burn has nothing on the fire James put to my lips. 

-Shy Willow

Writing Prompt 5/6/15

Good Evening and welcome to yet another prompt writing. I hope you enjoy today's brief post.

Prompt - Shy


"Hello" she whispered as her eyes study the fingers she was twisting coyly. I studied her beautiful face. Her dark eyes were set in an almond shape. She wore very little make-up which instantly turned me on. There is something about a woman bearing all that I find irresistible. Her pink lips were full, moist, and so smooth I fought the urge to kiss her. I don't kiss them, why do I want to kiss her? Her long, slightly wavy hair cascaded down around her shoulders in a pleasing length. 

Surveying her body I took note of her healthy shape. She was neither very curvy nor so thin that I need worry she may be delicate. 

"Look at me" my voice demanding but soft in tone. This one is different, she is soft and less experienced than others I have met. Her eyes looked up responding immediately to my desire. Again she has my body urging me to touch her and we've only been in the same  room a few moments. 

Obediently she stands still waiting for me to direct her. I am torn is she really this shy? Is she just that submissive? Stepping closer to her face, invading her space I wait to see how she reacts. No flinch comes to her body as she watches my eyes dutifully. Still wondering about this beautiful piece of art in front of me, I realize that she has matched her breathing to mine. 

How can she be that in tune with me already? I reach for her face and caress her check before slipping my hand to the back of her neck. I never give them a name right away, I always wait, its a rule. I never touch them right away, I always wait. I never struggle to control my urges, I often have to work harder to want. She is different, "Hello, Shy" the words came easily from my lips just before touching hers. Our lips felt like they were made for each other.

After pulling slightly away from her I was again shocked by the confident but sweet reaction, she didn't grin, she didn't moan like most others. Shy didn't even move, she simply said, "good evening, Sir". 

- Shy Willow