Hump Day Kick Start – Go Ahead Edition

Song of the day:  She’s Got the Look by Candlelight Red

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

go ahead

 

If this doesn’t spark your imagination…

Who is our couple?  New neighbors getting to know each other? An author and his muse? A cop who is watching over his frustrating, but sexy ward under house arrest? A starlet seducing a director? Friends cooped up at a getaway wedding trying to find relief from pomp and circumstance? Note their intense expressions. Lust? Tension? Anger? Decisive? Is she daring him? Maybe they are about to engage in make-up sex after fighting over a book they both wanted to read.

What’s your take? Let me hear from you.

13 Responses to Hump Day Kick Start – Go Ahead Edition

  1. Exes fighting their attraction and about to lose the battle?

  2. jbrayweber says:

    I like it, Susan. It’s a great way to start or end a story.

  3. jeff7salter says:

    Bad cropping on the photo … I can’t see her, uh, attitude.

    Elizabeth tried to shrug out from under the strong hands which held her down. “I don’t like our staring contests this way. Last time, I was on top.”
    Ronald replied: “Yeah, but when you’re on top, your, uh, whatevers, hang in the way and I can’t see your eyes.”
    “So, what’s the problem?” she replied.

  4. jbrayweber says:

    HAHA! This is just like you, Jeff. And, well, in Elizabeth’s defense, I don’t see the problem, either. 😉

  5. bettysunflower says:

    “No” he said, “I will NOT give you a divorce! But I do have something for you!”

  6. jbrayweber says:

    Oooh. Forceful! I like it, Betty!

  7. Sarah Andre says:

    Oh. My. GOD. Can’t get a clear indication of where Muse is going with this because she’s babbling so fast in her excitement, but will parse something out of this hysteria and be back. You and your picture choices, Jenn! I’m going to have to straitjacket Muse soon…

  8. jbrayweber says:

    What fun would getting your Muse a straitjacket be, Sarah? We all love how frisky she gets.

  9. girldrinkdrunk says:

    “You can’t be serious.” Jennifer rolled her eyes and scrunched backwards into the chair as a shirtless Jeff loomed over her. “There is no way I’m sleeping with a poorly inked tribal-barbed-wire-Chinese-symbol-that-doesn’t-mean-what-you-think-it-does-complete with-Native American-feather-and-gothic-typefaced-phrase/name/alternate-deity guy.”

    “But…but–” Jeff sputtered.

    “Besides, I’m dating a Marine with a legitimate reason for a tattoo, so get off before I hurt you or he kills you.”

  10. jbrayweber says:

    HAHAHA! Poor, Jeff.
    Kristen, you never cease to make me laugh.

  11. Sarah Andre says:

    Jana Ryte delved deep for the courage to make an appointment with Sex Therapist Dr. Pat Harrison. She’d been astounded at the top star ratings and reviews on YELP and Angie’s List, but no one mentioned that sex therapist Dr. Pat was a GUY!

    She almost walked out the first time she walked in.
    How could she confess all her secret hang-ups to a man? And not just a man, but the hottest guy she’d ever laid eyes on? AND he looked to be her age. ACK!

    This was the kind of guy that made her act like fool in a bar. The kind of guy she’d sleep with after one drink. The kind of guy who said he’d call as he struggled into his pants and she never hear from again. Basically the kind of guy that was the cause of all her hang ups! She couldn’t keep a man more than one night. What was she doing wrong?

    Dr. Harrison sensed the flight risk in front of him and immediately pull out all the stops to make her feel at ease. A small part of him wondered why he was going to the effort, his caseload was so full he had no life outside the office. And this woman was pretty enough but no drop-dead beauty, his usual type. Yet something about the vulnerability and sadness in her eyes spoke to him. So he rambled on in a soothing voice about his credentials and professionalism. It was only when he compared himself to the ‘mind’ version of a male masseuse (i.e., a strange man’s hands on her body vs him working the kinks out of her thoughts) that she finally nodded and sat down.

    Stuttering out very general problems using the vaguest of vocabulary, Jana was surprised to find Dr. Harrison thoughtful and attentive. More importantly, he provided some interesting insights she’d never considered before.

    That one therapy session turned into several a week for months, and she quickly lost the inhibitions that his spectacular looks created and finally got down to the heart of the matter. Something she did sexually did not captivate men and she couldn’t figure out what it was and how to solve it.

    He requested permission to sit with her on the therapy sofa and she shrugged and waved him over. He brought his notepad, and once seated he loosened his tie and said, “Jana, I think our therapy sessions should proceed to the next level.” At her questioning look he added, “I’m known as a hands-on sex therapist. I need you to demonstrate exactly what your usual routine is with a man so I know how to guide you toward success in your goal.”

    After blinking and blushing and realizing why Dr. Pat Harrison had so many starred reviews, Jana consented. Hesitantly she closed her eyes and kissed him. The mind blowing way he kissed her back caused her world to tilt wildly. Where she fumbled with the buttons and zippers on his clothes he methodically but tenderly removed hers.

    “Now what?” he asked softly and she promptly laid back on the sofa, opened herself to him and closed her eyes.

    “That’s it?” he asked. “Then copulation occurs?”
    She opened her eyes and croaked out, ‘Yes. Did I just do something wrong?”
    “Not at all. There are quite a few men who prefer no foreplay or intimacy,” he said. “But let me give you an important suggestion. Always keep your eyes open. They are the window to a person’s soul. Staring right into your lover’s eyes creates a deep intimacy that heightens the actual act.” He lowered himself over her, and as their private parts met her eyes automatically closed.

    He propped himself up on his arms and frowned. “Jana, why do you keep doing that?”
    Lids fluttering back open she flushed and squirmed under him. “I don’t know. I guess I just like to get into my own world.”
    “But by doing so, do you realize you’re shutting the man out of your experience? You’ve just built up a wall. Psychologically you’ve told him he’s just a piece of meat on top of you.”
    “I…I never thought of that before.”

    “I have some suggestions on how I think our therapy should go from here,” he said. “I’m going to demonstrate some foreplay techniques on you to heighten your awareness of your own body. After that I’ll instruct you on how to please me. Only then will we actually copulate, okay? But throughout every act I want your eyes on me, no matter what. I need to see your emotions and your growing excitement. And you need to learn to see and be able to read mine.” He pressed himself more snuggly onto her. “Do NOT disengage eye contact. Do you think you can do that, Jana?”

    She stared into his deep brown eyes. “Yes, Dr. Harrison.”

  12. jbrayweber says:

    Wow. Just wow. It suddenly got hot in here. Sarah, you are on the verge of writing something very erotic. Can you just imagine?

  13. Sarah Andre says:

    YOU posted the picture. I take 0 responsibility.
    😉

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