It's that time again! And dim the lights because it's time to get...sensual. Let the succulent tones of Barry White lull you into the mood.
And before you get too...comfortable...the hint for next week is in the About Marlena Cassidy section.
Title: Candied Ginger
Length: 238 words
Rating: TV-MA for sexual situations
History: This is my entry for Lev's August Heatwave Flash Fiction contest, which is why it's so short. Entries are accepted until the fifteenth, so if you have any things written that are under 300 words, enter them! This short was inspired by the weeks long heatwave that hit a little while ago. It seemed like a good way to take my mind off the fact I was slowly melting into a puddle of goo.
The heatwave stretches on, turning weeds to golden brown and sun kissed decks into faded glories. The heatwave stretches on, and they lie in bed with their clothes all gone, spread out in sweaty skin and rumpled sheets, the distant hum of the air conditioning reverberating through their bones. Inside this little oasis of cool, manufactured air, they are safe from the heat rising off the ground in a million little shivers, mirages of reflecting pools dotting the melting asphalt like sunny puddles after a long, hard rain. The heatwave won’t touch them in here.
But it does in lots of little ways, tanned skin and bathing suit lines suddenly becoming something magnificent and sultry, something to be touched and revered and loved and worshipped, and her skin tastes of cinnamon and vanilla depending on where he puts his mouth. The swell of her breasts are mix of three, of vanilla and cinnamon and if he wants to be trite, maybe a cherry, but it's really not that. Maybe it's chocolate or a piece of candied ginger that he tastes. Yes, that's it. Candied ginger. He enjoys it as it melts over his tongue, spicy and sweet.
Inside, the heatwave roils between them, hungry and insistent. Outside, the sun hangs swollen on the horizon and another day of the heatwave ends for the rest of the world. For them though, it’s just beginning.