Picture It and Write It-Nectar

I’ve decided to participate in another weekly writing project titled, picture it & write it. It  is sponsored by authors Ermilia and Ermisenda. There aren’t a lot of restrictions, but it’s important for me to keep the story short and descriptive. Romantic, sexy and yes, a little dirty. Let’s give it a go.


He kisses the valley of her sex. She opens for him. Warm breath entices her to touch herself. He playfully bites the orifice of her utmost pleasure. With the middle finger of her left hand she teases the cleft of pink flesh as he engulfs her pussy with his mouth. She mashes his face into her body. She writhes. He wraps his arms around her legs and holds on tight. His warm tongue darts in and out of her. He lays it flat and laps at her. He releases her left leg and places a finger inside of her. She thrusts her hips forward to feel him. For it to sink in further. His lips flutter around her and he kisses her petals. Their fingers keep a constant rhythm. It brings her closer to the edge of ecstasy. The impending orgasm erupts and brings forth the flood only his mouth and touch can bring. As the tremors subside, he looks up at her. His dark brown eyes search her vibrant blue ones. There is serenity; contentment. With her image imprinted on his brain, he dives in and drowns in her delicious nectar.

Ghosts and Stars

We are like ghosts aren’t we?

I swear I can feel you standing beside me, your breath in my ear.

I turn to look, and find nothing. Empty space. Emptier heart.

I wait for a kiss, a touch, a sigh.

It never comes.

In some way, you are mine. In some way, I am yours.

We are stars. We are in the same constellation. But not the same orbit.

You revolve around me, and I, you.

Somehow, some day we will collide. Like those stars in the night sky. We will collide. And we will set fire.