Hump Day Kick Start – Taking a Bite Edition

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



Nothing like things coming back to bite you in the ass.

Tell me about today’s prompt. Who are they and what’s going on? Are they lovers having a fight? Friends indulging in a little rough and tumble? Is he frustrated with the girl who wants him, but keeps pushing him away? Is he branding his girlfriend after another guy tried to snake her from him? Could they be participants in a sexy drinking game? Maybe he is a hungry shape-shifting carnivore who prefers rump roast.

You know what to do. Caption the pic or tell me a tale. I’d love to hear it.

20 Responses to Hump Day Kick Start – Taking a Bite Edition

  1. Hmmmm I don’t know if I love it or loathe it! If it’s done in fun, then I totally love it! But I can’t see her face…so I might loathe it?!?!
    Think I’ll just stick to the lovin’ it part! she’s got a great tush- I’ll bet a certain Hound Dog will agree.


  2. jbrayweber says:

    By the way she’s holding his leg, I’d say it’s a “love it”.


  3. Tee says:

    Looks like it could be a scene from that erotic book “Sex & Sandwiches”…


  4. jbrayweber says:

    Hmmm…I might have to read that one, Tee. Sounds delicious.


  5. jeff7salter says:

    Okay, here’s Lizzie’s (brief) story:
    “Put me down, Hannibal! You’ve already licked off all the caramel. Enough is enough!”


  6. jbrayweber says:

    HAHA! I don’t know. Caramel can be hard to lick clean. Perfect, Jeff.


  7. jeff7salter says:

    Actually, “perfect” would be if they also had chocolate…


  8. jbrayweber says:

    Divine would be chocolate and hazelnuts. Mmmmm…..


  9. jeff7salter says:

    hmmm… still thinking


  10. jeff7salter says:

    Hmm… and I just noticed
    that Lizzie is desperately reaching for something to hang onto.


  11. jbrayweber says:

    A little more to the left and she’ll have found it.


  12. jeff7salter says:

    I’m sure, very soon, Lizzie will have that situation in hand.


  13. jbrayweber says:

    HAHA! Not going to touch that one. Or am I…


  14. jeff7salter says:

    no worries — Lizzie will touch it.


  15. RUTH KENJURA says:

    all that comes to me is

    she’s a thief and his comment
    “I’m taking a bite out of crime.”


  16. jbrayweber says:

    HAHA! Cute, Ruth!


  17. Sarah Andre says:

    What fun! Hmmm…let me see…how did they get to this photo…?

    At the squeal of tires in the driveway, Doug Ashland glanced out the window. A grin broke out on his face. Still beautiful and still a hellion on wheels! God how long had it been–ten years? He watched his childhood crush, aka his older sister’s best friend slide out of her cherry-red Miata convertible, and whistled under his breath. Clearly his teenage self had had great taste! Long, slim legs ate up the walkway with that same confident runway stalk, her hips swinging side to side as if she were grinding in front of a pole. Giant sunglasses perched on her pert nose and her raven hair, shorter than he remembered, bounced in perfect time with her…uh…breasts.

    He opened the door just before her orange fingernail pressed the bell, and she drew back startled. He turned up his megawatt, Hollywood-leading-man smile and leaned on the door frame. “Hello there, Cassie.”

    She pulled her glasses off slowly, and perused him from head to toe, every move filled with sexual innuendo. God the hours he’d spent in the bathroom over her!

    “Well, well, well. If it isn’t little Ashtray.” Her voice was deeper than he remembered, in fact it was downright sultry. He swallowed a shiver of longing and perused her right back, lingering on the tiny bikini bottom ties under the linen top. Oddly, even after years of having any woman he wanted, he found himself almost tongue-tied.

    “I go by Ash now.” He grinned like he had on last month’s cover of People. The Sexiest Man Alive edition. “Obviously you don’t get out to the movies very often. Or watch TV. Or read magazines. Pulling too many doubles down at the diner, huh?”

    She rolled her eyes and he almost laughed. He knew she’d married the wealthiest man in town, then promptly divorced him and relieved him of half his belongings. The woman was a feisty, sexy barracuda. And he still frickin’ crushed on her as much as he had at fourteen.

    “Oh, I’ve seen you all right,” she replied. “I leave the theater during the sex scenes. Brrr!” She fake-shivered and he forced himself not to look at the bounciest part of her.

    “I haven’t heard a woman complain about my technique yet.”

    “Well, I’m awfully glad all that acne finally cleared up.”
    She pushed past him and the skin on his arm prickled where it touched hers. He breathed in coconut suntan lotion and cherry shampoo. A strange combination that worked on her.

    “Did you stop by to get my autograph or something?”

    “Janine and I are going to the beach, dork.”

    He closed the door softly and leaned against it. “She just left for a hair appointment. How would a lifelong bff with a cell phone not know that?”

    She removed her sunglasses, thrust them in her over-sized straw bag and dropped it at her feet. Her smile of promise was identical to the one he’d seen given to all the popular boys back when he was a geek in braces, and she’d paid as much attention to him as an annoying fly. Which was fine, he could stare unabashedly as she practiced her cheers in the backyard, that skirt flying up to show him nirvana. To this day he was pretty sure no one had an ass like Cassie.

    “So how’ve you been, Cas? Still practicing your kisses on pillows?”

    “Still playing your trumpet off-key?”

    “I use my lips for other stuff now.” He watched her gaze drop to the body part in discussion and her pupils darkened. Can’t hide visceral reactions behind the frosty Prom Queen act. A thrill shot through him. To get Cassie…his dream girl. He stepped forward and got right in her personal space. She tilted her chin and one brow, but didn’t move back. “Remember the time you had Bob Schwartz pants me and throw me in the pool?” he said softly.

    She curled her hair back and he noticed the glistening above her lip. Jesus, she was nervous! “There were so many times you were pantsed, Ashtray, I honestly don’t recall. Why?”

    “Because payback is a bitch.” He pulled slowly at the bows on either side of her hips, and kept full eye contact as her bikini bottoms dropped to the floor. She blushed, but didn’t so much as blink. Leaning down he flipped her into a fireman’s carry with ease, clutching that fine ass, the object of so many fantasies and er…moist dreams. He couldn’t help himself–he growled and pretended to bite it as he strode for the backyard pool. Laughter pealed out of her, and her fingers began sliding down his thigh.
    Sure was good to be home.


  18. jbrayweber says:

    Holy Moly. Did it just get hot in here? You are one talented lady, Sarah. Great story, as usual.


  19. jeff7salter says:

    Sarah wins again… as usual.


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