Flash Fiction Sunday at LIQUID SILVER SEX blog ~ Food as Foreplay by PG Forte ~ Good morning, flash fiction fans. I hope you’re all having a fabulous day. I’ve decided to flash about food today.
Here it is... what you’ve been waiting for... actually, darling felines, this flashie may not be to every cat’s meow preference...
Once upon a time, several galaxies away, there lived a fairy woman of free spirit who did not wish to marry. Samaira lived on a magical-realm planet and possessed many such abilities.
One day the Knight Regent of their land arrived at her castle home searching for his bride. He’d been on tour visiting all the fair maidens and was welcomed with open arms by her beloved parents, who believed Bethaira, her sister, would be his choice for marriage.
Instead, the Knight Regent requested and was granted courtship of Samaira, to her very terrible dismay.
From the Kougar’s WIP ~ Crescent Moon
Samaira lifted another morsel to her lips. Before biting into it, she inquired, “What magic potion did you use in your recipe?”
“High praise, my Samaira. Yet there is only the aphrodisiac of the vrishee mushroom. I promise.” He raised his palm, a man’s amused defense against her woman’s glare. “You invoked against the ‘touch’ of passion.” His grin dashing and unrepentant, he continued, “I heard not one word against the ‘taste’ of passion.”
“Yes! Knight Regent, I should have chosen my words more precisely. Now that I am in possession of the truth, I shall not ask for more.”
Samaira set the empty dish on the table with a dignified clatter.
“Then perhaps your palate will be tempted by the asparagus spears your mother prepared for us.”
Samaira fiery-tossed her head, her temper sparked. “Mothers knows I will not refuse, unless ill. Most perfectly played, Knight Regent. Are you so excellent at lawn games? To speak of sporting gaiety.”
Zobaque removed the lid from the serving dish, placing asparagus on a finger plate. “Excellent enough not to embarrass your well touted skills, my blazing beauty.” Lifting the plate, he chose one of the spears. “One from my hand, Samaira?”
Temptation or a seductive taunt? Samaira knew not which, his expression was neutral, his silver eyes fathomless.
She rolled her eyes. “A filly to be trained to your hand? Then to your spear...Knight Regent?”
“I am that wooing-desperate, yes.” Zobaque smiled, a slow amused curving of his mouth. Yet truth shone in the dark depths of his gaze upon her. He elegantly held the spear of asparagus before her succulent, large and firm. “One,” he tempted.
“It begins with one,” Samaira muttered. “Consider this the danger your rutting loins dare.” Learning forward, she bit sharply into the long asparagus spear.
She bit again. And bit again. She bit against his fingertips. Then Samaira chewed vigorously.
“Quite delicious,” she praised. “Will you try one? Mother will wish to know your level of enjoyment.” Samaira refused him her eyes.
“I believe,” he spoke in embers, virile embers, “my enjoyment will be a most untamed and splendid one.”
Samaira flushed, heat striking up her cheeks. She heard the devouring tempo of his teeth as he ate an asparagus spear. Suddenly, her breasts tingled, her gown’s bodice too restrictive. Annoyed no rainbow’s end, she straightened her spine, her shoulders tilted her chin in defiance.
“Delicious, indeed,” he rasped deeply. “You may tell your endearing mother my enjoyment is extreme. May I offer you another spear, only by finger dish, my Samaira?”
His tone teased over her, the stroke of a velvet glove.
Samaira knew she should have bound her rebellious tongue.
“Will you be ‘offering’ me your spear only upon the socially adept manners of a finger dish?”
‘Goddess do believe, she mentally chastised herself. I have unwittingly stabled a receptive mare next to a mounting-experienced stallion.’
Samaira resisted the fierce urge to clench her eyelids shut. She did blink, and mightily collect herself.
Zobaque regarded his intended bride as he set the dish on the table, before he flung it anywhere, out of his way! His desire for Samaira owned every piece of him. “Perhaps, I have mishandled my fate,” he began.
Silken, yet with the sting of nettles, his voice flowed over her. Samaira stiffened her posture, and her resolve.
“My incomparably beautiful woman, I should have impulsively mounted you with the entire force of my passions...the first time I came upon your bare frolic in the grove pond, within our borderland.”
Her eyes flew to his, winging like a hummingbird.
The truth he spoke etched his features. A fierce glisten possessed his gaze. Samaira swallowed, remembering how often she had ‘frolicked’ before his leaving, and before their flame-throwing battle of words.
“Merely once,” Zobaque spared her, witnessing the shock in her eyes. He also treasured what he had gained knowledge about her passionate nature, so revealed by her sparring words Woman against Man in the Mating Dance. Or, the test of a filly on the mettle of a stallion.
“Once at the mirror pond.” She lowered her gaze and forced her clutched hands apart. “I shall say your restraint gains my appreciation.”
“My ‘restraint’ will also be appreciated later, I believe.” Zobaque retrieved the finger dish, offering the asparagus spears.
Samaira chose one for the sake of distraction, for the appearance of normal dining. Why allow him full view of her flustered state? “Later, Knight Regent?” she challenged, then nibbled on the luscious spear.
Zobaque leisurely lifted one of the spears to his mouth, savoring it gradually. He savored her, her presented beauty, her spirit, ephemeral fire to blazing goddess. He planned on savoring his Samaira, all of her ‘flames’ in the ways a man could savor a woman, and his wife.
“A courtship pleasure later,” he answered, “once we have finished dining. Tell me, do you have a preference?” Zobaque enjoyed another asparagus spear, and waited.
“My preference is to present a curtsy, speak a nightly farewell and return to my apartment without your company, Knight Regent.”
“I dared hope you would spin me about the floor in the latest dance between a man and a woman.” Zobaque presented his words straight-faced, yet knew his eyes glittered a tease.
“I am certain Bethaira could perform that teaching favor for you. And in a superior manner. Shall I inquire of her ‘later’?”
Zobaque leaned forward. “Yet it is only you I would have spin me in pleasure’s privacy...Samaira.”
“I wish no privacy with you. That should be as clear as the tiniest drop of rain, Knight Regent.”
“Is it not the privilege of a man to persuade a woman toward his pleasure with their shared pleasures?”
“I revoke your privilege,” she commanded with a thrust of her chin.
“Then you revoke every man and male animal in our faire world.” Zobaque forced his gaze from her, from her ‘faire’ delectable bosom, reaching for the crystalline bowl. “Strawberries and cream, my Samaira?”
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by Serena Shay
At least it has in this writers noodle.
It may not be the first day of spring yet, but the beginning of March has brought with it sunshine ~goodbye gray skies~, warmer weather ~goodbye below zero temps~ and the promise of renewed life ~something I didn’t realize I’d been missing~
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A Sultry Sunday in the shower
To the 'good girl' in me, Sundays mean time at home relaxing with family...to the 'bad girl' in me, Sundays mean unadulterated pleasure with the man I love. Here's a glimpse into any given Sunday fantasy I have.
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Angelic Forecast ~ #79
“Wow! Where are we going now?” I half-shout to the Heavenly One while Moon Dream lays down beside me in a sphinx pose.
We zoom through the sky above a layer of mattress-looking clouds and as always it is a sweet exciting sensation.
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Kougar Roars of Approval...
GO ICELAND GO!!! Keep standing tough against the illegal Bankster Syndicate. Not one penny for those Globalist crooks!!!
Now ~ FIRST! just for the big cool cats ~ from the Flash Cat...
Happy Courtship on another Earth
X-Serial Flash in Two Hundred ~ Sylva and Zeke’s story continues...
Part 434 ~
Sylva pulled in long breaths recovering from her bout of tear-streaming laughter. “Okay, cowboy, I give. I’ll say it. So, what did Bill do next with his personal rope and his rope knots?” She giggled even though her sides still ached. “Why, ole Bill did what any new husband would do, he put them to mighty good use as soon as Lulabelle seemed to be wantin’ him something fierce.” Sylva managed to rise up and recline on her side. Zeke reached toward her and gently thumbed away the remains of her tears. She smiled at his thoughtful way with her.
Zeke couldn’t have said how much he was enjoyin’ being with his Sylva. But, it was big as the wide open sky above his lands. “Bill is making love with his wife, right. How’s it going?” she asked. “Well, Bill is keeping the bit tight, holding himself back. But, dang, he’s relishin’ every moment of it cause he’s in love with his Lulabelle and she isn’t spurnin’ his needs. She’s got her legs wrapped tight around Bill’s hips. She’s moanin’ and writhin’ and things are headed past the point of no return for Bill. Until, his bride whispers, ‘wait, stop’.”
TO BE CONTINUED...
Part 1 - 15 ~ see blog ~ January 15th Cometh, then Part 15... and before...
Part 16 ~ 432 ~ see the Kougar’s prior bloggies... or the Passionate Ink forum, the FREE READS page ~ http://passionateink.org/forum ~ OR! Now available on The Romance Studio Forum, January through December 2009 flashes ~ http://theromancestudio.com ~ Click on the FORUMS, then Savanna Kougar ~ the Fantasy Lair ~
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May your most romantic dreams come true...
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