Sounds Sexy, Right? A Writer’s Dream

I think writers are always looking for something to help the creative muse. This story idea came from an overheard conversation, a writer’s dream if you will. I captured it quickly and the mantra stuck in my mind. Sounds sexy, right?

The hallway chatter from the other women caught my attention. It was odd because they were never this chatty on a writer’s meeting night.

“Why is everyone so buzzed?”

“Cora, don’t you read anything we send out?” Lulu glared at me. “It’s our new special event night.”  She shoved a flyer in my hand. “Here.”

I stared at it. “This can’t be.”

“Sounds sexy, right?”

Sexy?

My local writers’ group wanted to write better sex scenes, so they enlisted the help of sex-positive body models to create a series of events. Tonight, was the first of those.

“Is this for real? We can touch them and ask questions.”

“You, betcha, babe. I for one intend to sit on the front row, so I miss nothing.”

I scowled at her. “You would. I’ll be sitting in the back row.”

A shiver coursed through my body. Some part of me was interested in this plan. Will there be public nudity? Glad the models can do it. I sure couldn’t.

I patted Lulu on the shoulder and motioned to a seat on the back row as she raced toward the front. When I sat down, I resumed reading.

The organizers fashioned this event like a live nude drawing except instead of artists we are writers, and instead of looking and drawing, we observe and touch then write. One of the newer members used this unique writing technique, and she was sharing.

The sound in the room settled. When I realized I was the only person on the back row, I shook my head. The guest writer, Melody somebody was talking about the process, and then he walked across and faced her, showcasing a prime back physique.

This guy was the down-right model of sex, and it showed through his clothes. He made a point of displaying muscles of his back and butt. Every muscle he flexed drew me in and his movements invited me to watch. Damn, if I didn’t catch myself lingering over specific areas of his body and wondering what if? I visualized reaching out and touching, and I trembled. And then he turned.

No. No. No. No.

It can’t be.

Todd the Calendar Man. Todd the Firefighter.  Todd who makes everyone in yoga class swoon, even me.

Melody blathered on about body awareness and how this technique would improve writing skills. “Get the information you need to punctuate your descriptions and scenes with a buddy that works with you on positioning a body or bodies. Think of them as a living art sculpture with feelings and sensations. We’ll move around the room interacting so you can capture whatever strikes you.”

As I inhaled, the lust created from the crazed writers’ group infiltrated my nose. It pushed me to write and dream. I reached in my bag and pulled out my notepad and pen. Oh, yes. Just capture what’s here. Forget that it’s Todd, describe. My pen danced effortlessly across my paper as I watched the show move around the room.

My tongue slid out of my mouth like I was a snake looking to locate the sex molecules in the air. My parched lips welcomed the moisture spreading across my skin. When I sucked in my breath over wet lips, my libido popped. Desire ran rampant through me and settled in my core.

I crossed my legs and blew out a puff of air. As women took their turns standing beside Todd and caressing him, the room mellowed like a group in an opium den. I continued to write until I heard gasps, and then giggles.

When I looked up, Todd stood in front of me.

“You’ve been the epitome of reluctance, sitting back here alone. Help me demonstrate a common element in relationships, hesitation.”

His little smirk teased me. “You think I’ll play your ‘reluctant’ game?”

“Hey, you’re between a rock and a hard place, me or them.”

He was right.

I stood. Todd faced the audience which positioned my back toward them. He leaned in close. “Cora, I aim to make you want.”

I pulled back, and as I gazed into his eyes, they crinkled around the edges with humor. The heat of all the writer’s eyes bored holes into my back, and I thought, why?

“Place your hand on my face, Cora, if you don’t want the crowd to wonder.”

I couldn’t give this group ammunition. My life was private. So, with that notion in mind, I played along with the focus of the workshop and touched his face. My vibrating body was quite pleased with my choice.

“I don’t understand why you won’t go out with me?”

“You like your life on display. I don’t.” He gazed over my head.

“Stroke my face, for them.”

My fingers splayed out. Todd’s skin flushed, and moisture beaded under my tips. The dots of heat under the pads created a pulse. I lifted my hand, but he placed his palm over it, pushing it against his skin.

“Todd—”

“You fire me up, Cora. I want a chance.”

“Is that why you’re here tonight?”

“I know how much writing means to you.” I grimaced. “Please keep touching me.”

“Why me? I don’t fit with your exhibitionist-kinky life.”

He chuckled. “Cora, you turn me on. Look down for proof.”

Holy hell, the erection Todd sported would make every woman in this room proud.

“I’m going to turn around and will this stiffy into submission. Admire my butt.”

“Confident much?” Playing the part, I stepped back and perused his body like I was considering the purchase of a valuable item.

Why was I protesting his advances? Todd had been clear, and quite forthright in all his communications with me.

Back up at the front, Melody addressed her closing remarks to the audience and thanked Todd for taking part in tonight’s meeting. A loud round of applause ensued. He turned, winked at me, and walked toward Melody.

While writers spoke with him as they were leaving, Lulu joined me on the back row.

“Well?” she said.

“Well, what?”

She eyed me. “Was it as good as it looked from my seat?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Cora, it’s me, Lulu. I know you. What was it like touching Mr. Body Positive?”

The blush crept across my face, and I hoped she’d not notice. “You liked it, Cora.”

I had to be honest with myself and her. “I did.”

“It’s been a while since you’ve had a relationship. At least consider giving Todd a chance.”

“Give him a chance? Were you in on this adventure?”

“Perhaps.” Lulu grabbed my hand and squeezed. “You deserve happiness. In and out of the bedroom.”

Was Lulu right? Todd was a helper and gave back to the community. He was clear about what he wants, and that appears to be me. A little nibble on those bones might be tasty. What would Mr. Kinkster give back?

“Just hear him out, okay?”

Lulu walked out as Todd said goodbye to Melody and strolled toward me. “Cora, I didn’t mean to make you an exhibition item. I feel more like a clown trying to get your attention.”

Am I that hard to reach? Has Kent’s death kept me from recognizing feelings? I felt tonight. Lost in exploratory thoughts, Todd cleared his throat. “Sorry.”

“Thinking about the possibility of us, I hope.”

Todd was always optimistic.

“Todd, I worked on a story tonight.”

“Okay.”

“Once upon a time…”

He grinned. “You’re telling me a bedtime story?”

“I need to write it, but I have a beginning.”

He stepped into my space, my temperature soared, and my hard nipples pressed against my bra. “How does it start?”

“Once upon a time a hesitant, but horny woman found an interested, sexy man…”

Todd raised an eyebrow. “Sounds like my kind of story. You know we can make it interactive.” He waggled his brows, and I placed my hands on his chest. “That sounds sexy, Todd.”

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