Hump Day Kick Start – Impasse Edition

Song of day: Closer To The Edge by 30 Seconds to Mars

Hump Day Kick Start – for your muse, a writing picture prompt, or just a visual treat.


Half dressed? Or half undressed?

What do you think is going on in today’s prompt? He appears contemplative. Does he regret having just slept with his boss’s wife? Is he wishing he hadn’t just cheated on his girlfriend? Maybe he is exhausted from a undercover case/boxing match/proving his innocence-you fill in the blank-and she’s ready to relieve his stress. What if he is about to give his lover a spanking.

What about the girl? Is that his shirt she’s wearing? Did they just have a huge fight and now are facing the truth in their relationship? Is she about to seduce the man she’s be in love with since he rescued her from a human trafficking ring/abusive man/drowning? Is she a dominatrix? A movie star giving the new actor on the block a introduction to the big time? What is she thinking?

Lots of play here. Let me hear your take on this pic.

17 Responses to Hump Day Kick Start – Impasse Edition

  1. She’s a man-eater. He looks down and he goes: “Jeeez, what did you do to me?”


  2. jeff7salter says:

    Cute girl… way off there in the background. Kinda skinny, though.
    Okay, here’s their story:

    Serena was furious. Last night when he’d plied her with drinks, Eric promised that “after” — and at that point she didn’t care what set of circumstances and sensations would occur during the night — he would take her shopping.
    You see, somehow in all the frenetic and passionate groping of the evening (which led up to that night), Serena’s clothing had been damaged beyond repair. In fact, had they not escaped to his room, chances are that they’d have been tossed out of the hotel altogether.
    But now Eric balks. “I can’t take you shopping… it would ruin my image. What if any of the guys saw me?”
    “You didn’t seem worried about image last night, you liar.” Serena was steamed. “I guess you would’ve promised me anything to get what you wanted.”
    Eric’s lame smile did not seem nearly as charming as it had last night with the alcohol chasers.
    “Well, just zip up your britches and get OUT!” she demanded.
    “Okay, witch.” he replied. “But I’m taking my shirt with me.”


    • jbrayweber says:

      You gotta take the bones I throw you, Jeff. If if they are in the distance. LOL!
      Seems to me, both Eric and Serena, get what they deserve. I mean, after all, they were using each other. Ha!


  3. Sarah Andre says:

    Wow! This has sexual tension written ALL over it! My favorite emotion. At hairdressers, be back soon. Whoo whee are we gonna have fun. 🙂


  4. Sarah Andre says:

    This is Mrs. Lauren Van Zant, married to the heir of the Van Zant fortune (Van Zant Cosmetics and Perfumes, Inc.) As you can see her legs are long and her unquenchable lust for young, buff men longer. She’s discreet, stubborn and will never leave her charmed life for any of these boys. In fact she gets perverse pleasure crushing lovers who dare show a glimmer of adoration or are stupid enough to talk ‘long term.’

    Nicholas Lawson is ten years, two months and thirteen days younger than Lauren. He’s counted himself the luckiest man on earth to capture her attention, and their affair has been one long sizzling encounter all summer. This is a snap shot in the after-afterglow of a glorious and frenzied ‘session’ that ended when he mistakenly blurted out ‘I love you,’ instead of ‘Ohhhh God.’

    And now he’s realizing with knee-shaking trepidation that he’s in waaaay over his head with his boss’s, boss’s, boss’s wife. Not just because she vaulted off him like an Olympic gymnast. Nor the fact that she swept his shirt off the floor and sauntered into the bathroom for 20 very silent minutes.

    What should he do? Knock softly on the door and see if she’s OK? Lie and tell her he’d been fantasizing about another woman at that explosive moment? Explain that men have no control over the s**t that comes out of their mouths when they’re…er, in that super-happy moment?

    He’s heard of her take-no-prisoners approach to destroying past lovers–specifically their hearts and their careers with Van Zant. He could care less about his position with the company, but he knows he can’t live without her. Just another schmuck she’s going to dump like what they had meant nothing to her. Like he meant nothing to her. And suddenly he’s vulnerable enough to want his pants back on before she returns.

    He disentangles himself from the sheets and shoves up his pants with his boxers still inside. As his boxers/pants are almost around his hips the bathroom door clicks open. And there she is, in his peripheral vision, lounging provocatively against the wall with that sex-messy hair, flaming red panties and his light blue oxford…

    He knows what comes next. Many young men in the office (who have not had the pleasure of pleasuring Mrs. Van Zant) have told him when his time comes (and it will, they assure him) she’ll begin the kiss-off with: “Listen, whatever-your-name-is. This was fun…” (and then yawns) but…”

    The cast-off lovers never get to the rest of her sentence in their devastation, so the dweebie employees could only warn him of The Beginning.
    Well, he’s about to know the rest of the damn sentence. He freezes, head down, pants almost up.

    This photograph is a split-second AFTER she says softly, “Sit down, Nicky.”

    So that’s what he is doing, still furious at the stupid words he shouted, still dreading the soon-to-be annihilation of his heart–but now confused. She’s never said these three words to another lover…

    The End.

    PS: While 30 Seconds from Mars is in my top 10, for this “impasse” story I choose ‘NEMESIS’ by David Gray. 3rd to last line distills his feelings precisely.



    • jbrayweber says:

      You have un indisputable way of bringing in emotions even when you are being tongue-in-cheek. I love what you did here, Sarah. What I love even more is the way you leave the reader hanging. Awesome.

      BTW – I had not heard of David Gray or the song Nemesis. But, wow, what a powerful song. Thanks for introducing me to it.


    • jeff7salter says:

      Another win for Sarah


  5. Sarah Andre says:

    Thank you (bow, bow, blowing kisses, accepting bouquet of roses). I did however mean 30 Seconds TO Mars. Really. I knew that. Realizing the gaffe ruined my 90mins of yoga… sigh. Dummy poopoohead.


  6. No one else seems to have noticed that the bed is neatly made. Obviously a “before” shot.

    And it will remain a ‘before’ shot because, after delaying as long as possible, it’s time for Marc to put up or shut up. He’s been flirting with Renee all evening in hopes of landing a job with her company. The foreplay went well, but she getting impatient for the main event and Marc has a secret that’s about to be revealed. He’s a little short in the equipment department.

    Poor Marc. It might be time to whip out his resume and find someone less demanding.


    • jbrayweber says:

      No one noticed, Susan, because everyone is too bust looking at the hot guy/girl.
      Poor Marc is right. He does look a bit uncomfortable. Great last line, Susan!


      • jeff7salter says:

        I noticed the bed, but I also figured: there are all kinds of places to enjoy one’s love-making besides the bed. Floor, table, couch, chair, wall, counter, etc.
        That said, I really thought Susan’s was excellent also.


  7. jeff7salter says:

    Okay, Jenn, now that you’ve coaxed some responses, how about posting the other photo with these two. The one with the girl closer and IN focus.


    • jbrayweber says:

      You do tend to get passionate about HDKS.
      And, good grief, you are one greedy fella. You got a hottie, didn’t ya? HAHA!


  8. jeff7salter says:

    … windowsill, desk…


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