Well, here I am on a Friday night at home, on the computer, thanks to the ice....instead of down at my cabin in the woods.
I just got finished downloading another "book on tape" onto my Ipod Shuffle. I enjoy listening to it while working or driving. Mostly I like mystery or action type books, but, I have branched out on other kinds too. As a matter of fact, I have enjoyed several books by Daniel Steele. Of course, the wife commented on my reading "chick books".
Well hell, I thought us big ole rough and tumble guys were supposed to " get it touch with our gentler side"!
So, I thought about that a little...and decided that I'd try writing a "Romance Novel" using my "gentler side" approach.
So, here goes....my attempt at "tuning into the feminine approach to writing":
He Grasped me firmly but gently just above my elbow and guided me into a
room, his room. Then he quietly shut the door and we were alone.
He approached me soundlessly, from behind, and spoke in a low, reassuring
voice close to my ear. "Just relax."
Without warning, he reached down and I felt his strong, calloused hands
start at my ankles, gently probing, and moving upward along my calves slowly
but steadily. My breath caught in my throat. I knew I should be afraid,
but somehow I didn't care. His touch was so experienced, so sure.
When his hands moved up onto my thighs, I gave a slight shudder, and partly
closed my eyes. My pulse was pounding. I felt his knowing fingers caress
my abdomen, my ribcage.. And then, as he cupped my firm, full breasts in
his hands, I inhaled sharply. Probing, searching, knowing what he wanted,
he brought his hands to my shoulders, slid them down my tingling spine and
into my panties.
Although I knew nothing about this man, I felt oddly trusting and
expectant. This is a man, I thought. A man used to taking charge. A man
not used to taking "No" for an answer. A man who would tell me what he
wanted. A man who would look into my soul and say ... "Okay Mam," said a
voice, "All done."
My eyes snapped open and he was standing in front of me, smiling, holding
out my purse. "You can board your flight now."