Song of the Day: The Good Life by One Republic
Something’s burning in the kitchen! Today’s prompt is smokin’ hot!
Tell me about this couple. Who are they? Cooking instructor and her student? Refrigerator repair man? Are they cops on a stakeout who became hungry. Is he a new neighbor borrowing a cup of sugar? (Sugar. *snicker* Get it? Damn, if I ain’t clever!) Maybe he’s trying to woo a family secret recipe from her so he can win the county fair pie contest.
Love to hear your impressions.
Hey! Who ate the watermelon?
Talk about a picture that says it all, yum.,
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Really gets the heart pumping, doesn’t it, Emily? 😉
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It began innocently enough: all Rachel asked of her new neighbor was that he thump her melon … to see if it was ripe. How was she to know that Willem had never even seen any farm produce … much less ‘thumped’ it.
In Willem’s defense, however, it’s easy enough to understand how he got distracted, accidently stumbled and landed on her watermelon. Once it exploded, with seeds and juice all over the place … well, let’s just say it wasn’t the melon that got thumped.
Jenn: cute girl — more pix like this, please.
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Jeff, you hound dog! This is too funny. You know how much I enjoy your scenarios. LOL! I wonder…is thumping a Southern thing? I mean, we Southerners always thump our melons. Heck, we’ll thump our vegetables, too. Does anyone else thump?
Oh…and it didn’t get past me that you used a manly name this time. ha!
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I’m thinkin’ that he REALLY loves watermelon, and he’s givin’ her what she wants so that he can get some more…
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Watermelon can be pretty tasty, Allen. I like mine with a little salt. LOL!
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LOL, Jenn. You give me girls in the eye-candy … and I’ll give you alpha male names.
Reasonable trade.
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Ha! Okay, Jeff, that’s reasonable. So on those days there is no girl, I’ll expect the panty-waist male names. Got it. HAHA!
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I was taught how to thump a melon in grammar school
Raised in S.E. Louisiana mostly.
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I won’t touch this one. 😉
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Robert had been working out. He was hot and sweaty and stumbled into the kitchen for a cool drink. The caterer was just sampeling the batter for his surprise birthday cake. She asked if he wanted a taste. He took her up on her offer.
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Sheesh. The caterer should really put on some clothes. LOL! Guess there’s no surprises now. HA! Thanks, Susan! I like it!
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Jake, the delivery boy from the local market, entered the kitchen carrying in the last of her order. Sammy sat on the counter enjoying him as he unpacked her fresh fruit. He’d just finished stuffing everything in Sammy’s icebox and turned around to gaze upon her beautiful face with an intense fire in his eyes.
Sammy’s core heated at the site of Jake. Thinking of an excuse to touch him, explained to him she is really particular about her fruit. She took a bite of the watermelon and asked Jake if her fruit was sweet, offering him a taste. She held the watermelon up to his mouth and he took a bite. They started feasting on it together. The fruit dropped to the counter as she ran her hands across his chest, pushing his shirt back over his shoulders.
Jake grabbed her thighs and wrapped her silky smooth legs around his hips and leaned in to sample her cherry read lips, now moistened by the sweet juices of the melon.
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Thanks for the inspiring photo. I am actually in the middle of a short about this very thing (It’s called Delivery Boy) Fruit isn’t part of my story, but the obviously shared melon in the photo just set my imagination on fire. Thank you!! I need a smoke now… 🙂
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Aside from all the fun we have when I post Hump Day Kick Start, this is what it is all about. If I can put a spark of inspiration into someone’s mind (or help them feed their smoking addiction – HAHAHA!), then it is all worth it.
Thanks so much, Nick! And great lead-in to what is sure to be a smokin’ hot tale.
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