Microfantasy Monday

Ang at Sweltering Celt brings us a wonderful weekly event....




This weeks theme: flame

ohhhh yessss....have to do this one


My fingers curled round the arms of the chair as the burning baton lowered toward the naked form on the table and I held my breath. A quick touch and the flame raced along the trail of liquid laid down seconds before followed by a swift sure hand to douse the fire. It happened so quickly and yet it played over in my mind in sweet slow motion. The lovely Lady swirled a pattern of alcohol down the pale back and lit it once more. I gasped and my spine arched against my seat. I felt my own pulse racing.

The Lady stepped back and studied her implements for a moment. She reached for the Kevlar flogger and rung the alcohol from it before lighting it. She swung it with expert skill and I bit my lip hard at the sound it made flying through the air. The flaming arc connected with bare skin and I couldn't keep back the moan of pleasure that rose from my throat.

I glanced around hoping no one else had noticed my reaction, but only for a second. I couldn't keep my eyes from the beauty of the flames. All the while, as I watched the Lady work her magic, an inner voice kept asking me...."Will you ever be brave enough?"

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This week's theme: Waterside...as in beside the water. I went a bit beyond.


They call it a creek, but here where it bends it doesn’t rush and is deep enough to have to really try to reach the bottom. I glance around as I reach for the button on my jeans. There’s no one here, just me and some birds singing lazily in the trees. I’ve been planning this for so long and finally gotten up the courage to go for it. Trespassing? Maybe, but it only matters if I get caught. My jeans get tossed in a heap with my t-shirt and the rest of my clothing until there is nothing between me and the summer day.

Toes in the cool water, a slight shiver runs through my body. Water swirls around my thighs and goosebumps race up over my hips and down my arms. Waist deep and the current runs gently between my legs and over the heat of my pussy earning a soft moan. Deeper into the water my breasts float slightly, my nipples hard as the pebbles under my feet. The current pushes against my body urging me to lay back, rest on its strength and let it caress my skin at its leisure.

Microfantasy Monday

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This week's theme: Travel


The planes of her face…..
The hollow of her throat…..
The swell of her breast…..
The line of her spine…..
The curve of her hip…..
The firm globes of her ass…..
The moist valley of her cunt…..

My gaze, my hands, my lips lovingly follow the map of beloved territory.

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This weeks theme: Implements of torture


....sometimes it's a mental thing....



There’s something about your hands, the things they do to me. The way your fingers find just the right spots every time. Sometimes so gentle and caring, just brushing the hair back from my cheek. Other times connecting with my bare skin in a resounding smack leaving a red print that stings deliciously afterward. I crave the touch of your hands, obsess over feeling them on my body. Pin me to the bed…hold me down…stroke my back, my hips, my thighs. Touch me everywhere and anywhere, secret caresses when no one is looking, a bold grip to show me who I belong to…….

I look up from my computer screen and count the days until you return to me. I can’t concentrate, my mind is focused on one thing….your hands....

Microfantasy Monday

While reading one of my new favorite blogs, Lair of the Dragon Mage, I saw this interesting idea posed by Sweltering Celt......Microfantasy Monday. It's a day late but I liked the idea so much I created this blog so I can participate in it and a few other interesting fun things I've seen around. This week's theme: it’s all about standing up.

Lightning forks blindingly across the sky in unison with a deafening boom of thunder, sheets of rain beat against the glass of the sliding door....all that stands between me and the elements. My nipples harden to tiny diamond points as they brush lightly against the cold glass and I move closer. Another volley of light and sound sends my pulse racing faster, my quickened breath fogging the glass. I know that even with the room behind me darkened I would be visible in the flashes of light, a pale naked figure with breasts and palms pressed to the glass. I whimper softly, aching to feel the rain beating against me, the wind pushing at me like a determined lover....and then I feel her hands on my hips....sliding around to find me hot and wet and eager.

"Open for me." she says in a low voice...I open like a flowering bud. Her fingers slide deeper and bring a moan from my lips. She raises a hand to cup my breast, fingers tweaking and pulling my nipples until they burn. I start to turn, but she presses her body against my back keeping me in place. "Don't move, keep your hands on the glass."

Her hands work their magic, turning me into a mewling needful creature, pushing me to the very edge. Her lips brush against my ear, her breath hot as she speaks the words I have been longing to hear....

"Cum now....cum for your Storm..."