Writing Prompt 12/15/2014

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Today's Prompt- Fire

He told me to wear something comfortable, I am not quite sure I am used to wearing clothing at other people's request. I guess in a way that is what I have always done, wearing clothes that I thought were flattering. I've just never taken requests before, much less been told what to wear, what color, or been given a dress code outside of school or work. 

He doesn't like it when I am late, and says that being on time is nothing more than a subtle courtesy, rather I am to be at least 5 minutes early, preferably 10. Our relationship is new, fresh, and growing like a spark in a bed of dried leaves. We've had gust of winds that sped the pace of the burning. At the same time I am still new to how he thinks, works, and demands. 

Sitting on the floor in front of the enclosed gas fireplace, like he asked, I watch the flames dance around carefree. It is hardly a chore to sit and watch them, I suppose I've always been a bit of a pyro. The warmth is comforting and the flame mesmerizing. Having zoned out a bit I was unaware he'd entered the room until I heard him clear his throat. He startled me back to earth and I jumped reaching for my heart at the scare. 

We strode over and sat next to me on the floor. There is nothing so hot as the shadows dancing off of his body. I smile sweetly at him waiting to hear what he's to have me do next. 

"I see you enjoy the fire." He said without turning his head towards me. I speak softly as if the fire itself was some sort of sacred thing, "I do, I find it comforting."

"Well tonight's theme is fire, but I am not sure how comforting I plan on being." His words instantly causing tension to build within my center. Before I had much time to savor the needing ache within me he leaned towards me, demanding my lips' attention.  

Wrapped together holding each other close, we relish the heat on our exposed skin. After our breath finally settle, he said softly, "so you do really enjoy fire." I smile, grinning like a giddy schoolgirl, "oh yes, very much so" my giggles are met with his deep chuckle. 

- Shy Willow

Book Notes 11/17/14

I'd like to introduce you briefly to my main character. There is not a lot of sensual in it but it gives you a glimpse of the character who will be steaming up my posts soon. No, this bit is not edited I am in the Run-like-the-wind phase where I write like mad. 

For those who are concerned, yes I am on a hyphen kick, and yes I promise it won't last long. 

I hope you enjoy meeting Andrea and her bestie Brenda.

“Andy, don’t you know you aren’t actually supposed to read when you come to the library?” Brenda said with a flirting wink.

“You are kidding! I thought for sure with all of these books around reading was an excellent idea.” Brenda’s book signing has cheered her back up. It has been a wonderful thing to see her light up with flair and glow again after the mediocre review and her struggles with the new novel. Interacting with the reader’s who have come to get their copy signed has warmed her up and breathed life back into her beautiful body. She could just as well have been a model as a writer. The flirts and pick-up lines she is receiving are certainly bringing a bright pink color to her perfect cheek bones. I do not particularly care for the crowd but am here to support Brenda and the discomfort is well worth the benefit of seeing her happy again.

“No darling you are supposed to be looking for that other nerdy book reader that makes your little heart go pitter-patter a bit faster than normal” she said with mock sincerity.

“How could I possibly be looking at the men type with I have right next to me a stunning female specimen who also writes?”

“Andy I know very well you are not into women! I am flattered but really I am worried about you, you haven’t been on a single date that I know of since we’ve met.”

Her voice no longer was carried with teasing and biting words, but with worry and compassion. “Look Brenda, nothing to worry about. I am sure one of these decades Mr. Millionaire will waltz into my life carrying with him jewels, gold and an original print of several of my favorite authors books and it will be love at first sight” I laughed in a menacing voice.

“You are not that shallow, and only you would mention old books in the same sentence you mention romance” she rolled her eyes at the same time.

“What can I say Brenda I am hard to please.”

“You are not hard to please you are hiding behind your books and your job.”

“Who are you and what did you do with my fun drunken-sarcastic author friend?” I sighed.

“Sweetheart, I am worried about you. You are the best friend a gal can have and I am certain you are an amazing counselor. I have no doubt at all that you would make someone an amazing girlfriend. I don’t understand why you don’t open yourself up to meet someone.”

I really have no idea what has gotten into her. This of course is not the first time, or even the one hundredth time for that matter, that she has brought up my being single. Typically it is not with this much fire behind it. “I don’t know Brenda maybe I am just too picky about who I date” I said trying to get off the topic.

“You deserve to be picky, but you can’t be picky if you don’t even try to begin with.”

“I know Brenda. You have company coming.” With that the topic was at least on pause for the time being. She went to work discussing authors, books, genre’s, hair products and her own personal muses. I curled my feet underneath of me and went back to my book. I like to pick up a new genre every few days to keep things interesting. I read five to seven books at a time each with a different genre. Right now I am working my way through a book I had already read but wanted a refresher on. Not only that but I knew I could get through it in the 4 hours I would sit through Brenda’s book signing session. I love the conversation between her and her adoring fans. Even more so I enjoy looking up and seeing her so happy.

 

- Shy Willow

NaNoWriMo 2014

Breaking the 25,000 word count goal was very rewarding and encouraging at the same time. It is interesting to share bits of your story with another person. I find I often get these looks which question whether I am telling a story or actually sharing a real life bit of information from some new friend.  

My main characters have outlined their way towards the main excitement and also major controversy of the story. It is hard to sit down and not have hundreds of words pour out. Reading bits and pieces here and there I find that some authors enjoy this portion of the writing, while others thing it completely wrong to like. I can be certain that my editing process is going to be interesting as this is one of the roughest rough drafts I have created. In the end I am enjoying the process.

Here is another installation in the life of my characters. Please keep in mind that it is rough, unedited, and my personal work. I hope you enjoy this little piece, I will have another exert soon.

“Wait a minute!” she said very forcefully.

“Whats wrong?” I asked.

“Andy there is something you are hiding from me I could see it on your face just now. What is it, why aren’t you dating, tell me the truth!”

“Oh I don’t know perhaps my lunch is not agreeing with me.” I said meekly, yup I am done for.

“Andrea tell me.”

“Look Brenda it is not anything that really matters much. Everyone has past experiences that make them cautious to certain things right? I mean you had a very bad experience with loose leaf paper if I remember right, much larger mess than past novels.”

“Stop trying to avoid this you owe me an explanation. Don’t you trust me?”

“Thats not fair Brenda I trust you, its just one of those things that is hard to explain OK? It is a mixture of those whips and chains that you tease me about with some added drama and heart break.”

“Andy?” she said the closest to tears I have ever seen her except for when she got the review and she was in hot mad tears.

“Look, I had a boyfriend, a Dom that I was with for awhile before I moved here. We had been together for a long time. We had a great relationship for the most part. One day I got home and he was in a more aggressive mood than normal, which was something I had seen developing in him over several weeks. I thought it was my fault. Anyways, we did our normal routine but he was very agitated so I tried to comfort him. I only made him angrier. By the time he was done,” I paused to compose myself no other person had ever heard this about me. “I couldn’t see to drive myself to the hospital. He got up and I called for an ambulance. My face was swollen, I had a fractured arm, a few broken ribs and a destroyed sense of self. I moved out while he sat in jail. I then made plans to disappear and moved here to do so.” I continued to work while I spoke. I knew if I looked at her react I would just get upset. I however, had no idea that Kim had walked up behind us. So when she grabbed me from behind to hug me I gasped and cringed.

“It’s just me honey” she said softly.

 

-Shy Willow

Writers

Surely I am glad I am not friends with myself, it must be tough to put up with a writer. 

I came across this article about introverts and thought it was an interesting way of explaining it.

I am enjoying the time writing the novel. Watching the characters in this piece develop has been a fabulous lost-in-imagination playground.  I have found I finally got to a point where my creative juices have become a bit taxed, but that gave me time to catch up to my outline a bit and fill out some scenes that I have been pondering for several days. 

When I get a bit word jammed I read. Another article that I ran across on my net-article-surfing-break was about being married to a writer. It made me giggle so I thought perhaps I'd pass it along.

 

- Shy Willow

Incredible Sex Tips

I have been enjoying the Novel in a month writing challenge from NaNoWriMo. I have really liked the out pouring of creativity and the focus the challenge is affording me.

I have found that on occasion I need a break from brain storming and writing out the opinions of my characters. Yesterday I went on an internet article reading spree. These sprees generally end in the most interesting of places and never result in the same sort of information. After roaming around the cyber highways of distraction I came across Sofeminine and their article about vintage sex tips. I got a good laugh out of several of the tips and hints, and feel as though all women should read this article, pick up some great tools of the trade, and then count their lucky stars that society has progressed.

*Vintage Sex Tips posted by Sofeminine

The novel has gained a few new characters which I will be introducing here very soon. 

 

- Shy Willow

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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