December 27, 2009
Make Me Sweat
I just love working up a good sweat, don’t you? What is it that makes sweat so damn sexy, anyway? Is it the proof of intense physical exertion? Some kind of animalistic response? Hmmm….I don’t know. All I do know is that when I see some hot guy with sweat trickling down his face, I want to lick it up. lol!
So…today’s flash is sweaty. Write me in 100 words or so a sweaty scene. Maybe at a hot beach, in a steamy sauna, or on a strenuous jog. Or maybe even a sweaty lovemaking scene. Ummmmm…..me likey.
I’ll show you mine…
She watched him from her office window. He was part of the crew that was constructing the high rise next door, and since the first day, she had been enthralled. Working in the steamy July heat had many benefits as far as Sherry was concerned, and the biggest one was that every day, as soon as the sun got high in the sky, Mr.
Bandana (as she liked to call him) would strip off his shirt and work barechested in the hot sun. Today was no exception, and she watched, captivated, as he leaned his head back and gulped down a bottle of water, his rock hard abdomen gleaming from the slickness of the sweat that covered him. My God, he was delicious, and she wanted a taste!
Now you show me yours….
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December 27th, 2009 at 9:09 am
He’d taken his shirt off and used it as a bandanna to cover the eyes of the horse. The animal stood trembling in the middle of the corral while the onlookers climbed the fence, ready for a show.
She looked at the man, more savage than the horse he tried to tame. Tried was the appropriate word too. If it had been a battle between man and beast, she would have bet on the horse.
But the Indian standing in the middle of the paddock seemed to Grace to be as much a beast as the trembling horse. Both male animals glistened with sweat as Dan Two-Horse circled the mustang stallion, murmuring
incomprehensible Apache words.
She waited for the man to mount the stallion. Like everyone else, she lingered to see the violent battle that would ensue. Unlike everyone else, she hoped the stallion stomped the Indian into the ground.
December 27th, 2009 at 9:13 am
Good morning Jolie. Posted a snippet from my wip,
Whispering Grace.
Be back in awhile. I think Sherry deserves a taste of Mr. Hot Body who taunts her every day. I’ll keep checking back to see if she gets one
December 27th, 2009 at 11:28 am
Morning Gem and Jolie, thought I’d stop by and play a little. This is something I just whipped up while staring at the ice rain pouring outside my window.
Music pounded a demanding beat. My heart beat in time with the rhythm while I moved on the dance floor. Sweat beaded on my forehead and on my limbs but the hot tropical night called to us to rejoice our youth on the beach. I twisted and swung my hips without a partner. No one cared.
The crowd parted and I saw him. He stood on the fringes watching me with his dark eyes. A trickle of sweat rolled down my cheek and I saw his gaze follow it. It dripped from my jaw and fell between my breasts.
He raised his face to meet my stare then licked his lips.
Bait releases Jan.4
December 27th, 2009 at 12:23 pm
Good afternoon, everyone! These are delicious flashes!
December 27th, 2009 at 12:52 pm
Hi, everyone. Sorry I’m late getting back.
December 27th, 2009 at 12:53 pm
Gem…OMG! Sweaty, hot, incredibly sexy flash!!
December 27th, 2009 at 12:54 pm
Annie…I’m licking my lips, too. Yum!
December 27th, 2009 at 12:54 pm
Hey, Rosemary. Flash me something, baby. lol!
December 27th, 2009 at 12:59 pm
Every day at lunch, she made a point of walking past the construction site on her way to Pop’s Diner, putting a little extra swing in her hips. The other guys would whistle and catcall, but he would just watch her with narrowed eyes and a knowing smile on her lips. She was dying to meet him, but she didn’t know what else to do, short of hog-tying him and dragging him off.
December 27th, 2009 at 1:02 pm
Since my Flash today has to do with attracting the attention of a stranger, I thought I’d give you some tips on “How to Seduce a Man.” lol!
Tip #1
1. Get your confidence up.
This can mean doing things such as getting a new haircut, new clothes, losing weight, or just reminding yourself of your great qualities. Also watch your posture like keeping a straight back and your shoulders backwards, expose your chest. Do everything that makes your confidence boost. You need to make the man like you before you can make a move. Nothing is more attractive to a man than a woman who is confident, comfortable and happy.
December 27th, 2009 at 1:07 pm
Grace had retreated to the safety of the makeshift doctor’s office they’d assembled for her. But hiding behind wooden walls didn’t keep her mind from revisiting the sinewy bronze muscles of the Indian outside.
At any moment she expected the cowboys to carry his broken body inside for her to repair. The thought of touching him brought beads of perspiration to her forehead.
Unable to quell her curiosity, she peered out the window and was surprised to see the Apache, Dan Two-Horse, squatting in the dirt of the corral, patiently watching the stallion pace the fence line. With no warning, the animal wheeled and charged the man.
December 27th, 2009 at 1:43 pm
Then one afternoon, fate decided to lend Sherry a hand. When she left work, she noticed her left front tire was flat. For a moment she just stared at it. Everyone else had already left for home, so there was no way she could get a ride with one of her co-workers. She was just going to have to call someone. Right when she pulled her cell from her purse, she heard someone behind her ask, “Need some help?” She turned quickly, and there he stood. Mr. Bandana. In the flesh. Looking even more delicious up close than he had from her office window.
December 27th, 2009 at 2:21 pm
Nice flashes Gem and Jolie. Warming up my afternoon.
December 27th, 2009 at 2:22 pm
The steady beat in my chest became erratic. His pale, white skin almost glowed in the flickering light of the bonfire. Even in the heat of the island summer he wore jeans and t-shirt where everyone else had stripped to their bathing suits. I wiped at the sweat on my forehead with the back of my hand. Thirst burned in my throat and the need for cool air in my lungs. I glanced over my shoulder to the ice chest brimming with beers and sodas. When I turned back to offer him a drink, my mystery man had disappeared. Disappointment struck but didn’t last long as someone passed me a cold soda from behind. I spun around.
December 27th, 2009 at 3:25 pm
How To Seduce a Man Tip #2
The power of scent-In a survey 89 % of the men revealed that the scent can enhance the attractiveness of a women. 55 % of those polled men went a little further and admitted that they would get amorous with a women just because of her appealing scent.
December 27th, 2009 at 3:26 pm
Hi, Annie. Welcome back. And go go mystery man.
December 27th, 2009 at 3:27 pm
The parking garage was practically empty since it was well after five and most of the workers had left. Sherry was very conscious of their seclusion as he stepped closer. Her mouth was very dry and she licked her lips as he leaned closer. “Do you need help with that tire?”
December 27th, 2009 at 3:36 pm
He grinned and the firelight glinted off a delicate sharp fang.
I gasped and stepped back but quicker than my eye could follow, he grabbed my elbow.
“No fear, Petite.” His long, graceful fingers easily wrapped around my arm. I could sense the iron strength in them. “You looked so thirsty. I can sympathize with that.” He offered me the can of soda again.
The sweat on my arm made his grip slip and I pulled away. Who’d have thought death would be offering me drink tonight? If I ran, he’d follow and catch me. We’d be alone on the beach, away from the party with no witnesses. I stared at his handsome face, full lips, and deep gaze. Was that so bad?
December 27th, 2009 at 3:38 pm
LOL Jolie this is an addictive game but I working hard on my flashes than my WIP. This flash may grow into something.
December 27th, 2009 at 3:55 pm
Oooooh, sweaty flashes, everyone.
Jolie, nothing like watching a sexy man work!
Gem, hmmm… she wants him stomped into the ground…
Annie, I’d consider disappearing fast!
No wonder I was never good at seducing men!
December 27th, 2009 at 4:12 pm
I’m very late and have no idea if you’re still playing, but here’s some flash:
Callie took a long pull from the water jug before wiping the sweat dripping down her face, the bandana covering her red curls having reached saturation point. She listened to the steady rhythm of the hay elevator carrying the straw bales up to the loft where she had been working for the better part of three hours as she and Matthew emptied the wagons. She’d shed the long-sleeved work shirt in the first hour and the tank shirt she wore clung to every inch of skin it covered. Dust hung heavy in the air, sticking to the bare skin of her arms and face, clouding her eyes.
December 27th, 2009 at 5:21 pm
I can’t stop!
Nice add, Rosemary.
December 27th, 2009 at 5:22 pm
That last thought came from a foreign place. It didn’t belong to me.
His smile grew wider and he leaned close to my ear. “I’ve already fed tonight, ma cher.” He placed the drink in my hand and slipped an arm around my waist. The music slowed to a sultry jazz. “Perfect.” The word purred from his lips as he stepped to the rhythm and pressed me to his body. “I do love to visit the islands in summer. Fewer tourists and…” He leaned back to trail his gaze down my bikini clad body. “The local girls run around dressed like this.”
December 27th, 2009 at 5:38 pm
Oh my god, these are sooo hot! Thanks Annie!
More from the farm:
Matt scaled the side of the hay wagon, hanging onto the top rail and kicking down the bales so he could throw them onto the elevator. Shirtless, the sun beat down on his back, the waistband of his jeans dark and low-slung as it absorbed the sweat rolling down his chest and back. Swiping the equally soaked Stetson from his dark head, he wiped his forearm across his face.
He glanced up at the window as he jammed the hat back on. As hot as he was in the sun, the barn would be stifling for Callie. As if his thoughts conjured her, Callie appeared at the opening, her arms raised to peel the sticking strands of her hair and braid off her back and neck. Dark nipples beaded and clearly visible against the thin cotton clinging to her like a second skin.
“Shit…” he muttered, his mouth watering as his cock stirred with an agenda of its own.
December 27th, 2009 at 5:47 pm
Okay this is the last one for the day.
December 27th, 2009 at 5:56 pm
“I’m not local.”
“Really?” He quirked an eyebrow my way. “Could have fooled me.” Leading our dance, the vampire brought us away from the bonfire and out of the light. He ran a finger down my neck.
“I thought you fed.” My voice trembled as I stepped back and led him further into the wild shrubs.
“Doesn’t mean I don’t want a small taste.” He leaped the space that separated us but never reached me.
Colby, vampire slayer extraordinaire, stood between us. A wooden stake in his hand as it protruded through the vampire.
Its eyes grew wide before it turned to ash and crumbled around the stake.
Colby wiped his hands on his shorts and ran them through his messy hair. “Good work, kid. You’re hired. We always need fresh bait.”
December 27th, 2009 at 6:06 pm
Wow. You ladies got hot while I was gone lol!
December 27th, 2009 at 6:09 pm
She leaned closer to him, inhaling deeply and drawing in his manly scent.
“Miss? Your tire?”
“Ah, oh. The tire. Yes. I’m sorry. I just…er…help. Yes, I need help.”
He grinned, obviously aware of her fierce reaction to him. Then he held out his hand. She took it, the warmth of his skin adding to her already steamy arousal. She smoothed her fingers across the rough, calloused skin of his palm.
He grinned again. “I need the key to open your trunk and get out your spare.”
December 27th, 2009 at 7:11 pm
Rosemary… hmmm, talk about sun-blazing steamy.
Annie, good stake strike!
Jolie, the lust is brewing!
December 27th, 2009 at 7:21 pm
From my latest WIP ~ Winter’s Carnal Splendor
ONE
Stretching, Surrisa shoved away from the holo-puter and glanced at the large, wrap-around entertainment screen. For a few minutes, she watched the street festivities of Winter Carnivale. The raucous splendor appealed to her and she planned on joining in after a much-needed night’s rest.
Quickly re-checking her progress, Surrisa disengaged the program she’d been working on, a new way to enter into the matrix of time.
“Shut down,” she ordered the lab’s control system, since it was evening and only she remained. Rising, she strode rapidly to her locker, her way illumined by a lighting strip on the corridor wall.
TWO
Moments later, Surrisa stood naked, ready to put on her winter gear. Home was about a mile’s walk away.
At the thunderous hum of the time warp machine, she whipped around. How the holy hell could it have been powered up? Bending over to retrieve her lab garments, she felt the telltale sting of a knock-out weapon.
A split second later, she slumped to the floor. Above her, the lighting hazily whirled as she tried to fight her way back to consciousness.
“All is not forgiven.” A voice roughened by rage spoke above her. “Remember that. All is not forgiven.”
THREE
‘Forgiven.’ The word circled inside her head like her favorite carousel just before everything went dark.
Then, everything became cold. Bitterly cold.
Surrisa realized she sat in a fetal position with not a stitch on. Cold seeped inside her and she hugged herself. Not only that, she felt the slight buzz of the protective bubble she’d placed around herself for warmth, automatically, as she’d been mind-trained to do.
Letting her eyes blink open, she saw white. Surrisa swiveled her head in every direction. Once her gaze fully focused, panic welled up. A glistening tundra landscape surrounded her. Beautiful, but deadly.
FOUR
Already, her energy declined. She couldn’t keep the frequency shield up forever.
What became clear as the ice crystals clinging to the outside of her bubble… as her thoughts spun and she recalled her last minutes in the lab… someone wanted her to know how she died, flash-frozen. Freeze-dried by the sub-zero weather.
Surrisa heaved out a frightened breath. A tiny mist formed because of the quickly cooling temperature. Desperately wanting to fight her fate, she sought any answer. Yet, she possessed no idea where she’d been sent or to what period of history. How could she mentally summon anyone?
FIVE
Any solution eluded her as her body heat drained away. Her eyes slipped shut and her will to live began to fail. Like a long lucid dream, Surrisa allowed the memories of her life to flow by. Once her bubble dissipated rapidly, she toppled over on her side. At least, her death should be quick, mere moments.
Delirious, with the cold stinging her flesh, she thought she felt an enormous hand grip her arm. Next, huge furry arms wrapped around her body, and she was pressed flush against a warm bare chest. Incredibly warm. And absolutely massive.
Was she hallucinating?
SIX
Still, degree by degree, her body gained in warmth.
‘You will heal.’ The words entered her mind.
Wading through the fogginess of her brain, she asked, ‘Who are you?’
‘I am Maroorq. A race you will not know about, probably.’
Her mind struggled to file through the races she did know about. ‘No. I don’t know.’ Then, it dawned on her. ‘How do you know my language?’
‘We do not speak any language. Do not worry, I am learning yours. It is similar to the English language of North America.’
Her mind went clickity clack, so it felt. North America.
SEVEN
When had that designation last been used for the AmeriCanMex States?
‘What year is it?’ she asked apprehensively.
‘The year is 2009, about to be 2010.’
Surrisa trembled violently. She’d been thrown back thirty years to a time when she’d been seven years old.
Of course, in this Earth timeline, she might not even exist. That had been part of her project, entering a matrix point that would guarantee a desired timeline.
‘2009… I’m from 2039.’
‘I saw your arrival, little one.’
‘How did you do that?’
‘There was a slice in the sky, a temporal opening. I followed your shining arc.’
EIGHT
Bewildered, yet understanding what he said… yes, he. The giant of a man carried her easily, his gait long and almost floating over the snow.
‘Where are you taking me?’
‘To my home. I will not harm you.’
Surrisa had an insane urge to laugh, to keep on laughing. ‘Isn’t that what the villain always says?’
‘Whoever placed you here is the villain, little one.’
How could she argue with that? ‘What’s your name?’
‘Call me Drokku. Your name?’
‘Surrisa, my first name. Where are we?’
‘It’s called the Arctic. We call it Polaris in honor of the White Bear.’
NINE
The Arctic. In her time much of the snow had receded, leaving a cold, yet temperate climate. ‘Polar bears?’
‘Yes, the Polar bear. Have you seen them in your time?’
‘In my time, their coats are caramel-colored like brown sugar, except in winter. You feel big as a Polar bear.’
‘I am bigger than the White Bear.’
‘Is that why you can glide over the snow this way?’
‘No. It is the way of my race.’
‘Is your race furry? Or was I hallucinating?’
‘We are furry. And we are not. You’re not furry, beautiful little Surrisa.’
‘No, I’m naked.’
TEN
Giggles wanted to burst from her lips like champagne bubbles. Only she couldn’t. She wasn’t strong enough to move.
‘Very naked.’ His words growled through her mind, bold with lust.
‘Planning on devouring my body with passion?’
‘Only if you desire it.’
Was that a bead of sweat sliding between her breasts? Heat poured inside her body, a delicious resurrection of her flesh.
‘You feel like a furnace.’
‘My body is designed to generate great amounts of heat when needed.’
She dared wonder how ‘heated’ he became when aroused. Did he gleam with sweat as he powerfully mounted a woman?