Art Gives the Best Feels

I dreaded our reality, but wrote it anyway. We’ll only be art-lust, ink in love.

His reply bloomed red on my palm. Ink is everything.

Never feeling flesh-to-flesh? Never you in me? My skin drank the words, and waited…

Physical sex is a wonder,
but ardent love is an art.
Art gives the best feels.

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the wee notes…
– To read other installments, visit my Web Serials page. The tales are listed under Ink and Feels.
– For this week’s bit of interactive writing yumminess, let us play with genre: would you like this story to be 1) pure Fantasy or 2) a dance with Magical Realism? For anyone not familiar with Magical Realism, think of it as storytelling that portrays realistic glimpses of the real world which include magical elements and/or lore that are very real for the minds that believe in them.
– Written for Hedgewitch’s Friday 55. Link to Poets United.

(this really, really, really tickled)

Felt Words

Heartfelt words write stories into flesh. I wished it, but never believed it could happen.

I reread his note:

I (want to) art my love in ink…
in verbs made of your touch,
in nouns that make me yours.

Write with me?

I wrote my Yes atop his question, the inky strokes tickling my thigh.

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the wee notes…
– To read other installments, visit my Web Serials page. The tales are listed under Ink and Feels.
– For this week’s bit of interactive yum, help me choose how our narrator is related to the character in the bedroom, in “This Lingering Maybe: Is the character her 1) roommate, 2) best friend, or 3) her romantic partner?
– Written for Hedgewitch’s Friday 55.

This Lingering Maybe

I carry his voice on my skin.

Earlier, between a bath and the moon, my breasts perked to his words. “I’m yours.”

I left the tub, entered the bedroom. “Were you talking?”

“No,” he smiled, “just typing.”

I walked away, wondering if his fingers had spoken this lingering “Maybe…” stroking the small of my back.

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the wee notes…
– To read other installments, visit my Web Serials page. The tales are listed under Ink and Feels.
– I shared 2 paintings with friends on Facebook, and asked them which one they wanted me to write very short tales about. They chose the lady below, suggesting that there is something about her expression that made them (and me) want to know more about her.
– I will (very likely) shared a 55-word story every Thursday. I want to make this series of tales as interactive (and fun) as possible. So… you, my Wicked Luvs, get to choose 1 of 3 possible paths: 1) The voice she feels on her skin is produced by his thoughts/feelings. 2) She is imagining the voice. 3) The voice belongs to a character we’ve yet to meet.
– Written for Hedgewitch’s Friday 55.

Nude, by Shelle Kennedy