FRIDAY, APRIL 20, 2012 http://oneminutewriter.blogspot.com/
Write a brief bit of fiction using the prompt
He sat at
the bar watching as she twirled on the dance floor. That sparkling red dress of
hers had the most daring slits he had ever seen. Mark had told him that the
wouldn’t be like the ones back home, but never in his wildest dreams had he
expected to find one like her.
was no longer going unnoticed. The song ended, and she strode straight over to
him like a fish on his line. Her hips swayed with each step, her forward leg
exposing itself as the shimmering fabric parted with her stride, her walk
hypnotizing him until at last she was a breath away.
man wants to buy my next drink,” she said to the bartender without
dropping her gaze from the man’s eyes.
makes you so sure of that?” he asked her as his fingertips grazed over the
ends of her volcanic red hair.
closer to him. His view of her cleavage had him half way to a coronary.
“Tell me I’m wrong and I’ll walk away. You aren’t the only one here
staring, you know.” She pulled his oversized
never known a lady so brazen as to just take a man’s hat or to presume that
he’d buy her a drink.”
I’ve never known a cowboy so bent on questioning my motives. Maybe you need to
be branded.” Her fingertips stroked the back of his neck. His eyes widened,
and he gasped as he suddenly felt a surge of heat ripple down his spine. He was
about to run, but then her lips were suddenly on his.
There was a
sweetness that he had never tasted before. It put honey, sugar, and maple all
to shame. Then there was the warmth. He could taste the memories of hot summer
days riding across the back forty on Maggie, his very first horse. Damn he had
loved that mare! How was that thought in his head now? And how had it become a
could his mind form a question then it was decimated by yet another level of
her kiss. Her body was pressed against his now. He could feel her fingers on
his bare chest as she forced his shirt open right there in this public place
with the eyes of the crowd on them. She was certainly like no woman he had ever
suddenly snapped to attention. Every last strand on his body was rigid and
upright. It took a moment to determine the cause. Her fingertips were circling
his nipples and giving off little bolts of static shocks. He wanted to pull
away. He wanted to make the pain stop. He wanted to button up his shirt and not
be turned into a peep show for the oversexed city folk.
that’s what he kept trying to tell himself that he wanted. His body seemed to
have abandoned the sense and reason of his mind. His hands had landed firmly on
her rear and were prepared to defend this claimed territory for all it was
worth, which was surely a lot because it was the most amazing set of cheeks he
had ever known.
groping fueled her enthusiasm. Her kiss heated up even more. There was just
passion, energy, and power. This was not at all what it was like to kiss a mere
woman. No, this was what it must be like to kiss a bolt of lightning.