100 Words-

Her body

wet empty yearning

His

velvet hardness pulsing

wet pearl forming

oozing

growing

dropping.

bare her feet

standing pigeon-toed

back arching

arms high

white rope bound wrists

knots flowing through

old rusted ring

set

high over

doorway lintel.

her

bare foot

now

wet with pearl droplets.

body mind spirit

yearning

for

that

which is just

out

of

reach.

wood stroking flesh

red lines

crossing

aching intersections

lust and pain

crashing.

her breath

panting

moaning tears snot

mingle

her need dripping

down her thigh.

he moves plunges takes

sheathed

seated deep.

Her

head fallen

back

open-mouthed

filled

but never

sated.

you all know i’m a very “prosy” kind of writer. I give details, and answer questions and try really hard to paint word pictures with my stories. am going to try something different today. do let me know what you think. this is as far from “prosy” as roses are from crocus blossoms….it’s been a long while since I tried writing a story in 100 words….. ~n~