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Yes Indeed…

A request … written in 20 min flat – no editing – pure as it came out of my head! All I had to go on was:

 “A red-head with fire in her eyes”.

Hope you enjoy it. This was fun. I like these flash sessions. If anyone else has a request, let me know – perhaps I will make it a habit to “reward” my faithful followers with such personalized morsels!


She sat there in the corner of the cafeteria crying. People walked past her, most not even noticing the gentle tremble of her shoulders, and those that did seemed embarrassed by it hurrying on by as fast as they could to avoid having to “do something” feigning ignorance of the obvious pain.

He had gone to this place to people watch – a favourite pastime. Had noticed the striking red head arrive with fire in her eyes, confidence in her step and a stunning smile that made everyone grin back no matter their mood. Not skinny but far from overweight, she carried herself well, was elegant in her mannerism and had a wonderful whimsy sense of style that spoke of a playful nature and a love of colour.

He could faintly smell her. She smelled of passion, of intensity … of sex. One of those women that you see and immediately you imagine yourself plunging into her wetness, losing yourself in her deep folds, her arms and the satin touch of her fingers. Instantly your cock raises to salute and desperately wants… aches… desires. Any grown man is condemned to act like the teenager yet unable to control his dick. He could almost hear the moans and whispers she would make. A women that made mere men feel like kings. A rare bread. A breath of passion in a dull existence. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply.

Moments later a man showed up and joined her. The obvious ying to her yang, his presence was like a thunderstorm approaching. She beamed like the sun trying to pierce the thick black clouds of turmoil that surrounded him. He sat, across from her, the weight of the world on his shoulder and a look of self imposed importance crossing the smile that resembled a smirk. Instantly dis-likable. Yet she laughed with honest gaiety, cajoled and kissed him – for a moment she was rewarded with a smile that never reached his eyes.

He held her hand – looking as if he was about to tell her some terrible news, a death perhaps? Her eyelashes fluttered. Watching from a distance he managed to lip read her anguished “why” and then the man – shrugged his shoulders, got up and left her.

Stunned – he watched her entire body language change. Her little world had crumbled. She reached out into the air – as if to silently call him back. Tears flowed from her bright green eyes. In this vulnerable and public place she had been dumped. It was shocking. It was unforgivable. He watched the lovely red head falter, the flame flickering in her as if a gust of wind threatened to snuff her out any moment. He couldn’t just sit there any longer.

Grabbing his courage by the proverbial horns he got up, made his way to the coffee shop, bought a decaf mocha chino and made his way to her.

He sat down carefully, timid. Reached over and placed the beverage in front of her.

She stared at it – lost in her thoughts not seeing it at first behind the curtain of damp tears. Without thinking she picked it up and took a sip. Her eyes went wide and she finally looked at the man sitting across from her. She smiled and took another sip. His hand reached out to gently caress the back of hers and just as quickly was gone.

“You deserve better” he whispered.

“How do you know?” she replied.

“I know.” Was all he added.

In silence he kept her company while she sipped her drink and he watched the subtle signs of returned composure. Her tears were slowly replaced by curiosity. Her scent lingered in his brain playing with him – toying like a pair of ghost hands rolling his balls gently back and forth, a set of perfect ghost lips surrounding his …..

“Where a door closes – another opens?” she giggled into her hot beverage.

“Indeed” he blew out breathless.

Yes indeed…

May 10, 2010 - Posted by | Beauty, romance, temptation | , ,


  1. OOOHHHH!!! I loved this!!! It was soooo good. 20 minutes you say? Wow! Just fantastic. I really enjoyed your description of the red-head as she arrived. Problem is now I want to know more about these two. 😉

    Comment by Silia | May 10, 2010 | Reply

    • Yes, Lillith… I agree with Silia… I too, am extremely curious ….

      A request, you say? Outstanding!

      Your story plays on the edge of my conscience.

      Comment by VineyardRoad | May 11, 2010 | Reply

      • oooh edge of conscience – great sentence there …. glad it plays in your mind. Maybe it’s like a trailer for a movie …

        Comment by Fantasia Lillith | May 11, 2010

    • Perhaps a full feature will follow – but I saw this as one of those “moments” captured like a photo. I like that the reader is left to imagine on their own what unfolds!

      Comment by Fantasia Lillith | May 11, 2010 | Reply

      • Oh I fully appreciate the snapshot! 🙂 All I’m saying is that the possibilities are definitely there for a full-blown story.

        Comment by Silia | May 12, 2010

  2. Fantasia… you’re back!!!
    What a grand entrance it is…

    Silia… licccccckkkkk!!!

    Comment by Thorn | May 11, 2010 | Reply

    • Yes I am back – not sure how much I will post over the summer but I shall do my best to keep you all hot and bothered …oh wait … don’t need mefor that.

      Comment by Fantasia Lillith | May 11, 2010 | Reply

  3. A stunningly simple account, but enough to raise a fire in my loins. One can only imagine how it turns out…and I think I do. Curious minds will have fun with this. A redhead with green eyes, eh. Thank you for sharing.

    Comment by megawfa79 | May 11, 2010 | Reply

    • Ask and you receive! thank you for the challenge! Just glad you liked it.

      Comment by Fantasia Lillith | May 11, 2010 | Reply

      • Silia makes a great point: why not turn this into a full-blown story? It makes me wonder what sort of twist to the plot you’ll add. Sounds scrumptious!

        Comment by megawfa79 | May 12, 2010

  4. Excellent…fire….what was wrong with her? Why? Makes One wonder..

    Comment by siranneal | May 11, 2010 | Reply

    • does it Sir? make You wonder does it? ah …. good …good.

      Comment by Fantasia Lillith | May 11, 2010 | Reply

  5. I like to think this was merely a moment where one genuine soul reached out to another without sex as a reward. The reward was in the consoling of one kind human being to another.

    Comment by Henry B. Rosenbush | May 11, 2010 | Reply

  6. this is exellent.
    Great writing

    Comment by Artswebshow | May 12, 2010 | Reply

  7. I love it when a story just flows out of the mind and onto paper (well, screen most of the time these days). Happens all too rarely with me, and glad it did with you.

    This was a very nice scene. Tight and evocative, and even without much sexual content, quite enjoyable.

    Certainly, I agree with others that there is perhaps more of a story here…but I also think it can stand alone as a tiny but beautiful pearl.

    Comment by smokedawg | May 13, 2010 | Reply

  8. Hmmm. Now I like this. A scene typical in a sense. A man, having something to so beautiful in front of him that, it blinds him of this fact. It’s because of this blindness, he makes the terrible decision and in turn, allows the blessing of other to enter into her life and sweep away the pain he recently bestowed upon her. I do wonder, what must have been crawling through his mind as he walked away…? Maybe a flash of resentment…? Who knows…who cares… The newness has come and whipped her tears away. Excellent work, my darling friend.

    Comment by Jeraud Craig | May 29, 2010 | Reply

  9. wow, this is just amazing….
    i miss reading, and writing..
    my life became soooo full… of junks..

    Comment by asian butterfly | July 24, 2010 | Reply

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