Jim Linsa's Blog - Posts Tagged "erotica"
The Perfect Dream
Here's a scene I've been working on lately.
Later she took a bath while he made a fire. He had left all the lights off, and it was dark when she came down from upstairs into the flickering shadows, wearing her jeans with nothing under them; he could tell as she came closer because they were open in front all the way down to the bottom of the V. Then there was the ruby necklace Gideon had given her, and the emerald pendant dangling from her navel, the same one she had worn the day of the father-son tournament. Ah – they were the same jeans.
You could say she was giving mixed signals, the red light of Gideon's ruby, the green light of the pendant; and in between, where you might have expected the amber light for caution, nothing but her stunning bare breasts glowingly illuminated by the light of the wood fire.
It certainly was an eye-catching ensemble, but after he had taken it in Jim cast a look of at the ruby and scowled. “Why are you wearing that?”
“Don't you think they should have come back by now?” Linsa asked, coming closer to the fire for warmth and pressing against him, sitting on the rug in front of the wood stove, choosing to ignore him, adding instead, “If they were going to?”
Jim continued to stare at the offending ruby, and muttered, “So I killed you.” Silence. He spoke again, clarifying. “In a previous lifetime.”
"Um-hum."
The ruby glinted between her breasts, so close that it was hard not to melt against it, and he did; and in the process he touched her breasts too, and his cheek to hers, taking in the scent of her hair.
"There was another one, though,” she said, drawing her cheek across his lips as she turned her head to face him.
"What do you mean?”
"Remember? I told you?”
Clearly, he didn’t.
“That night at the Machrie? After the best fuck of my life? Omigod! I wish it had never ended.” A shudder passed through her body. “That night, I mean.” Their lips were so close to touching that they were touching, but only just barely. “That wasn’t the only time we were together,” she murmured. She sighed as they shared each other's breath. "The first time you killed me. The second time I killed you." She looked into his eyes from so close that their eyes were all that they could make out of one another.
"How do you know it was me?" Jim asked. Perhaps not the response she had expected, but a reasonable question to ask. "I mean, was my name Jim? Did I look like me?" His hands traveled down her back to her hips; then while one moved to stroke the base of her coccyx and explore the cleft beneath it, the other squeezed between his body and hers to enfold a breast. “All right. There was another time. You killed me. You wanta tell me about it?”
"Okay," she whispered, staring into the flames as he kissed the hollow between her neck and her shoulder and his hands burned into her, even hotter than the fire.
Later she took a bath while he made a fire. He had left all the lights off, and it was dark when she came down from upstairs into the flickering shadows, wearing her jeans with nothing under them; he could tell as she came closer because they were open in front all the way down to the bottom of the V. Then there was the ruby necklace Gideon had given her, and the emerald pendant dangling from her navel, the same one she had worn the day of the father-son tournament. Ah – they were the same jeans.
You could say she was giving mixed signals, the red light of Gideon's ruby, the green light of the pendant; and in between, where you might have expected the amber light for caution, nothing but her stunning bare breasts glowingly illuminated by the light of the wood fire.
It certainly was an eye-catching ensemble, but after he had taken it in Jim cast a look of at the ruby and scowled. “Why are you wearing that?”
“Don't you think they should have come back by now?” Linsa asked, coming closer to the fire for warmth and pressing against him, sitting on the rug in front of the wood stove, choosing to ignore him, adding instead, “If they were going to?”
Jim continued to stare at the offending ruby, and muttered, “So I killed you.” Silence. He spoke again, clarifying. “In a previous lifetime.”
"Um-hum."
The ruby glinted between her breasts, so close that it was hard not to melt against it, and he did; and in the process he touched her breasts too, and his cheek to hers, taking in the scent of her hair.
"There was another one, though,” she said, drawing her cheek across his lips as she turned her head to face him.
"What do you mean?”
"Remember? I told you?”
Clearly, he didn’t.
“That night at the Machrie? After the best fuck of my life? Omigod! I wish it had never ended.” A shudder passed through her body. “That night, I mean.” Their lips were so close to touching that they were touching, but only just barely. “That wasn’t the only time we were together,” she murmured. She sighed as they shared each other's breath. "The first time you killed me. The second time I killed you." She looked into his eyes from so close that their eyes were all that they could make out of one another.
"How do you know it was me?" Jim asked. Perhaps not the response she had expected, but a reasonable question to ask. "I mean, was my name Jim? Did I look like me?" His hands traveled down her back to her hips; then while one moved to stroke the base of her coccyx and explore the cleft beneath it, the other squeezed between his body and hers to enfold a breast. “All right. There was another time. You killed me. You wanta tell me about it?”
"Okay," she whispered, staring into the flames as he kissed the hollow between her neck and her shoulder and his hands burned into her, even hotter than the fire.
