Sunday, December 14, 2008
12-14-08 Prompt: Mistletoe
Ah...the old rule...you have to kiss someone standing under the mistletoe...or...well...let your imagination run wild! Have fun with this holiday themed prompt!
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
12-03-08 Prompt: Fireplace
Been a while since I have prompted, but I am back for the holidays with a new one: Fireplace, something that should conjure some hot ideas! Get to it!
Sunday, October 26, 2008
10-26-08 Prompt: Haunt
As with the Drabble Blog, we are going to celebrate Hallowe'en! This time around, our prompt is HAUNT!
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
10-14-08 Prompt: Breath
Time for a new decadant prompt. This time, the word is: Breath.
On your mark...get set...GO!
On your mark...get set...GO!
Saturday, September 20, 2008
9-20-08: Prompt: Muscle(s)
Time for another chance to get that dirty mind out of the gutter and on the page! This round, the word of choice is muscle(s).
Have fun with this one guys...there are OH! so many things you can do with it!
Have fun with this one guys...there are OH! so many things you can do with it!
Sunday, August 31, 2008
08-31-08 Prompt: Light
For this word, you may use any of the definitions you choose, a variety and mix of them, or do several seperate entries! Have fun with this week's prompt: LIGHT
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
firefly's poem from Deppo
Okay, here's one from me:
Turbulence
Sun shine down
wind gust
hot skin
breeze brush
Fire gale man
with the hot breath
slide
along my sands
and burn
my tight flesh
Archer man
with the hot shaft
slip
your arrow free
and pierce
my sleek nest
Come great wind!
inferno tip
sear
to flame melt
and smell
our embers
Turbulence
Sun shine down
wind gust
hot skin
breeze brush
Fire gale man
with the hot breath
slide
along my sands
and burn
my tight flesh
Archer man
with the hot shaft
slip
your arrow free
and pierce
my sleek nest
Come great wind!
inferno tip
sear
to flame melt
and smell
our embers
Sunday, August 10, 2008
Saturday, July 26, 2008
Sunday, July 20, 2008
Johnny's Jester's Poem from Deppo
The Forbidden Storm
At August Eve, at twilight's peak,
Our secret rendezvous upon the hill,
I see his silhouette against the haunted sky,
As I approach, the air is sultry and still.
His back is turned, but he knows I'm there,
"You kept your promise" he utters, his face turns to mine,
His untamed mane is like a deep dark wood,
That grows from his temple, a sensuous dark vine.
Both aware of the danger, if we were discovered
T'would tear his ties straight from the root,
But oh the bittersweet excitement that lingers on the tongue,
When once tasted passion's forbidden fruit.
His dark chocolate eyes are searching mine,
So full of longing, desire - but laced with pain,
I am hopelessly drowning and mesmerized,
We stand silent, and it is starts to gently rain.
His cupid bow lips part, as if he were to speak,
Anticipation rises as the moments take their toll,
But instead a kiss that almost devoured my lips,
Was enough to rip through my soul.
"I want you so much that I can't stand it" he says
Makes me shiver, yet the air is still warm,
The flash above our heads lights up his plaintive face,
And the rolling rumble signals an approaching storm.
His guilt is almost impossible to bear,
As he sighs, his face against mine,
His aroma is musky, of faraway lands,
Amid a faint residue of Parisienne wine.
I close my eyes as if to inhale him in,
My spirit tossed and torn as a shipwreck,
I feel a salty drop of his anguish and torment
Touch the whiskers that nestled my neck.
I cupped his face with my hands,
He tried to smile as he looked intensely at me,
My tongue traced the track of his solo tear,
And said "Don't worry, one day we'll be free"
His lips moved over mine with rhythm,
Passion flooded my body like the ocean,
A moan escaped me as his tongue found mine,
Enraptured, tingling with desire and emotion.
My fingers lost in his stormy waves,
Backing slowly against a tree, I drew him
My passion was so strong, never close enough for me,
I wanted to climb under his skin.
The lightning flashed! The rumble crashed!
He led me slowly down at the base of the tree,
He grasped my shoulders, tongue teasing my neck,
As I felt his hardness brush against me.
His hand found my breast as he pulled back my top,
Thumb rotating my nipple in erected bliss,
My hand reached down to unfasten his belt,
Vibrational groans in a succulant kiss.
With one fell swoop, my top was shed,
And strewn in the mossy, muddy ground,
He sucked mercilessly and playfully licked,
As his hand made it's way to my mound.
A flash of lightning, he looked intensely at me,
The rain fell in torrents so sudden,
My breath grew short, as he watched my pleasure build,
While he rubbed and teased my button.
I let out a cry as the sensation rushed through me,
I saw the triumph in his eyes like he had won,
In a moment of defiance, I pulled down his jeans,
And grasped the barrel of his gun.
He leaned himself back against the tree,
As he anticipated what was about to begin,
The torrents pounded harsh in large droplets,
And by now we were soaked to the skin.
That familiar smell of his masculinity,
Crept around me as my tongue licked his base,
For a moment I looked and he closed his eyes
With a slight curl of a smile on his beautiful face.
My fingers caressed, my mouth sucked,
I took in as much as I could get,
But I wanted to curb his mounting delight,
Not wanting him to spend yet.
He seemed to know as I slowly refrained,
And I knew that could never hide,
He pressed his body down on me,
And pushed himself up inside.
With the face of mischief, he gazed at me,
As he slowly, slowly rotated his hips,
Building me into a slow frenzy,
And teasing by licking round my lips.
I felt his hardness grow deep inside,
As I arched my back for more,
Unspeakable tingling and soaking wet delight,
Making both our passions soar.
The rhythm grew faster and stronger,
I screamed as my climax caught ablaze,
He groaned as his juice rushed up inside me,
Rested upon on me, eyes in a daze.
We both lay motionless for a moment or two,
And then he slowly pulled himself away,
We looked into each others eyes knowing,
There had to be an end to this day.
Seeing my sorrow, he held me,
His hand massaged my back, he said "Please don't cry"
I couldn't bear to let him go and I squeezed him,
But I knew it was time to say goodbye.
After gathering our clothes and our senses,
Reluctant to depart arms so warm,
Ended the rapture in a promise of a passionate kiss,
As I watched him walk away after the storm.
At August Eve, at twilight's peak,
Our secret rendezvous upon the hill,
I see his silhouette against the haunted sky,
As I approach, the air is sultry and still.
His back is turned, but he knows I'm there,
"You kept your promise" he utters, his face turns to mine,
His untamed mane is like a deep dark wood,
That grows from his temple, a sensuous dark vine.
Both aware of the danger, if we were discovered
T'would tear his ties straight from the root,
But oh the bittersweet excitement that lingers on the tongue,
When once tasted passion's forbidden fruit.
His dark chocolate eyes are searching mine,
So full of longing, desire - but laced with pain,
I am hopelessly drowning and mesmerized,
We stand silent, and it is starts to gently rain.
His cupid bow lips part, as if he were to speak,
Anticipation rises as the moments take their toll,
But instead a kiss that almost devoured my lips,
Was enough to rip through my soul.
"I want you so much that I can't stand it" he says
Makes me shiver, yet the air is still warm,
The flash above our heads lights up his plaintive face,
And the rolling rumble signals an approaching storm.
His guilt is almost impossible to bear,
As he sighs, his face against mine,
His aroma is musky, of faraway lands,
Amid a faint residue of Parisienne wine.
I close my eyes as if to inhale him in,
My spirit tossed and torn as a shipwreck,
I feel a salty drop of his anguish and torment
Touch the whiskers that nestled my neck.
I cupped his face with my hands,
He tried to smile as he looked intensely at me,
My tongue traced the track of his solo tear,
And said "Don't worry, one day we'll be free"
His lips moved over mine with rhythm,
Passion flooded my body like the ocean,
A moan escaped me as his tongue found mine,
Enraptured, tingling with desire and emotion.
My fingers lost in his stormy waves,
Backing slowly against a tree, I drew him
My passion was so strong, never close enough for me,
I wanted to climb under his skin.
The lightning flashed! The rumble crashed!
He led me slowly down at the base of the tree,
He grasped my shoulders, tongue teasing my neck,
As I felt his hardness brush against me.
His hand found my breast as he pulled back my top,
Thumb rotating my nipple in erected bliss,
My hand reached down to unfasten his belt,
Vibrational groans in a succulant kiss.
With one fell swoop, my top was shed,
And strewn in the mossy, muddy ground,
He sucked mercilessly and playfully licked,
As his hand made it's way to my mound.
A flash of lightning, he looked intensely at me,
The rain fell in torrents so sudden,
My breath grew short, as he watched my pleasure build,
While he rubbed and teased my button.
I let out a cry as the sensation rushed through me,
I saw the triumph in his eyes like he had won,
In a moment of defiance, I pulled down his jeans,
And grasped the barrel of his gun.
He leaned himself back against the tree,
As he anticipated what was about to begin,
The torrents pounded harsh in large droplets,
And by now we were soaked to the skin.
That familiar smell of his masculinity,
Crept around me as my tongue licked his base,
For a moment I looked and he closed his eyes
With a slight curl of a smile on his beautiful face.
My fingers caressed, my mouth sucked,
I took in as much as I could get,
But I wanted to curb his mounting delight,
Not wanting him to spend yet.
He seemed to know as I slowly refrained,
And I knew that could never hide,
He pressed his body down on me,
And pushed himself up inside.
With the face of mischief, he gazed at me,
As he slowly, slowly rotated his hips,
Building me into a slow frenzy,
And teasing by licking round my lips.
I felt his hardness grow deep inside,
As I arched my back for more,
Unspeakable tingling and soaking wet delight,
Making both our passions soar.
The rhythm grew faster and stronger,
I screamed as my climax caught ablaze,
He groaned as his juice rushed up inside me,
Rested upon on me, eyes in a daze.
We both lay motionless for a moment or two,
And then he slowly pulled himself away,
We looked into each others eyes knowing,
There had to be an end to this day.
Seeing my sorrow, he held me,
His hand massaged my back, he said "Please don't cry"
I couldn't bear to let him go and I squeezed him,
But I knew it was time to say goodbye.
After gathering our clothes and our senses,
Reluctant to depart arms so warm,
Ended the rapture in a promise of a passionate kiss,
As I watched him walk away after the storm.
Friday, June 20, 2008
06-20-08 Prompt: Blanket
Same old excuses for not keeping up with the prompts. Kind of a fly by night, but I know that participation will help keep me on track! (Hint hint)
The new prompt is: blanket
Come on folks...write something!
The new prompt is: blanket
Come on folks...write something!
Saturday, May 17, 2008
05-17-08 Prompt: Rain
I know, I've been remiss in posting a prompt here. Forgive me.
Here is a fresh prompt for you to work with.
Rain
I look forward to the entries.
Here is a fresh prompt for you to work with.
Rain
I look forward to the entries.
Sunday, April 20, 2008
Sunday, April 6, 2008
4-6-08: Watering Can
This week, Spring is starting to show up here in Mid-America...so for the promt I chose watering can. Remember, the rules for doing a Dirty Scrabble have changed, so you can write anything adult on the prompt!
Monday, March 17, 2008
03-17-08: Prompt: Sink
This weeks prompt is sink. As always, whatever the word brings to mind is what to use in writing this piece.
Wednesday, March 5, 2008
3-5-08 Prompt: Spring
Ya...I have been awful at keeping this up. Let's just say the last of winter has a big bad hold on me. Anyway...I am going to really try to get this moving. I do better with weekends, so I am offering spring today, and will let it run for about a week and a half and post the next one on the following weekend. So, obviously, the word is spring and you may use any definition of it that you fancy!
Happy smutting!
Happy smutting!
Thursday, February 7, 2008
02-07-08: Coaster
Your choice on how to deifne the word today:
coaster
But for a point of reference, what brought the word to my mind was a drink coaster.
coaster
But for a point of reference, what brought the word to my mind was a drink coaster.
Thursday, January 24, 2008
Thursday, January 17, 2008
01-17-08: Lasagna
I've been otherwise engaged with life and...issues...for the past two months but now I think I have a handle on it and I am diving back in. So, with that said, the prompt for this week is: lasagna.
Have fun with it.
Namaste.
Have fun with it.
Namaste.
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