The old version of ‘Easily Aroused’ used to have one category called ‘Twenty-five words or less’. Only having twenty-five words in which to capture a reader’s erotic imagination is a challenge to say the least. This time around, I’ve decided to quadruple the limit so that I’ll have a little more to work with. Hopefully, the results will prove the decision was a sound one.
Black netting clings to her, holding her within its fragile web. It sheathes her in vulnerability.
I’m transfixed by the lattice that criss-crosses her nakedness, envious of every line running across her skin. I want to trace each one with my fingertips and my tongue, hesitating at every intersection, savouring how her flesh yields beneath the delicate cords.
I ache to capture those proud nipples while they protrude so provocatively before me, then to fashion myself an opening in the net shielding her sex, so I can enter her, join with her, be one with her inside her sensual snare.