Welcome to my Wednesday Writing. This time I am taking on a prompt from the lovely Laura A. Lord. A music prompt. I took on the challenge and created a story when read in a speed that is not to fast, will hopefully roll along side the music. So every change in music is there in text. Or so I hope. So press play and start reading and let the music guide the story. I hope I got the timing right knowing every one reads in a different speed. Please enjoy and let me know what you think.
Passion in Flames.
Music was playing softly in the background of this dinner with my lady. The long table made to impress with a beautiful flower assemble lighted by 10 candles on either side. Our last course, dessert, being brought in with a feint applause from her tender hands, when she seen her favourite. Some fresh, bright red strawberries with lobed whipped cream and delicious warm chocolate sauce on the side are brought in front of us by the maid.
“Thank you Matilda. That will be all for. You are excused for the rest of the evening.” My hands waves her away and I can hear the door close behind us. A new song started playing from the stereo.
From across the table I can see her delve into the whipped cream with a strawberry and lusciously wrap her lips around it. Dipping one in the chocolate I mimic her movements and suck the juices from the fruit. Tastes mix on the tongue. Delicious and so delicately they merge.
Our eyes lock with a fiery desire to explore the pleasures of one another. Sensually she runs a strawberry across her naked skin, along the rim of her dress before lifting it in to her eager mouth. Her hand is pulling down along her neck onto her chest, exposing a drop of sweat. With a dip of the finger in the whipped cream I answer her. Licking with wicked tongue along its length before taking it all in, Saliva drooled over the hand our passion is raised to a whole new level. The heart was beating so hard to escape its bone cage.
With a firm swipe of the arm across the table a plate shatters on the floor. The red wine exploding in the air as the glass breaks from the force. Her surprise is short lived as she stains her dress with spilled wine. With plates and all in place she climbs on the table. Left and right we clear the wood underneath us as we crawl closer. Ignited fabrics from thrown around flames as well as our hearts when we meet in the middle with our lips locked. The flowers leaving their essences and fragrance on our bodies from leaves being left behind, after the water was used to cool us down.
With the white on the knuckles I rip her dress from her body only to delve my nose into her neck and sniff up her perfume. To have her heated flesh sizzling underneath the touch of my fingers. Nails scratching my back as she is trying to pull away my shirt. Some of the whipped cream stuck to the arm is being rubbed across her well-formed chest.
“Eat it off me” Words that kept echoing as I tasted the mix of her sweat and cream. We roll down the table across the floor. Fire is spreading but we only have eyes for our naked bodies. Indulging in the carnal lust of men kind, we grave the ultimate of all orgasms. From the sofa to the wall we feast upon each other and let our emotions takes us anywhere we want to go.
As flesh enters flesh, bones crush, breaths sync; we roll from one position to another. I watch her ride me like a champion rodeo cowgirl before pushing her over and landing on top. Hips rock and roll left to right and back, thrusting in to her body with full force. Her nails digging in my back she pulls herself up and hangs on. To lift her in the air as flames scorch my back, I have her dance with arched back.
“Fuck me you asshole” Her eyes close as she thrust her body down.
“Shut the fuck up and take it hard and deep” With a push against the sofa, I bit into her shoulder. Like animals we are entwined in a tango galore. No longer can I hold on as I gasp for air. Muscles tighten, our bodies freeze as our screams of joy fill the room. Elysium welcomes us.
The banging on the door as the fire was spreading around us, locking us in the middle of our heaven.
Screams from our servants, their cries for help we can hear but we stay silent still frozen in time.
Fire is running up the ceiling setting the black smoke on fire with its ember glows. Smoke suffocating our lungs, our blood slowly coming to a boil. But our eyes were speaking volumes. Our destiny to become one has been set in stone.
The shouting has stopped but we are too burned up to even utter a single word and ask what they were doing. When the door is forced open a ball of fire explodes outward shattering all that was left standing. The extreme heat melting our bodies together with our final scream roaring, right before we fell to floor into a pile of ash. Our heated desires to set ourselves to flames had finally come true.
Word count: 839
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The music prompt and rules can be found HERE!
The challenge: Create a story based on the music heard.
Maximum word count: 1500
So yes I did go a little further with this challenge and I truly hope you enjoyed it as much as I loved writing it. It was the first thing that came to mind and it fitted nicely. I did try to time it.