Digital Candy- A writing excercise for fun

As per request from a poster on the Amazon “Meet Our Author’s” forum. I must contribute it here due to its slightly graphic nature. The details of the exercise can be found here.  For those who would like to participate, the point is to write a 500 word story which has a focus on sweets or candy.  This is mine:

Marissa soaked in the warm water of a large garden tub filled with bubbles and looked across at the man sharing the luxurious space with her.  They had known each other such a short time, but he had become an addiction for her in more ways than one.  Her gaze caressed his glistening skin and the well sculpted muscles of his chest.  A shudder ran through her knowing he was hers for the taking.  The natural glow of candle light flickered across his handsome face and lust filled his eyes.  She knew hers reflected the same need.

Not wanting to keep the distance, Marissa began to lean forward, but he stopped her with a subtle shake of his head.  One of the dark locks of his hair fell across an eye and only made him more irresistible to her.  She watched as he reached over to a small table near the tub and took one of the Lindor Truffles laying in wait.  Her eyes glazed at the sweet, chocolate goodness he had gently grasped.  It was a favorite treat and he knew how to use it as a weapon against her.  He slowly placed the ball of chocolate into his mouth and closed his lips around it.  Her mouth watered at the sight, envying his solitary enjoyment.  He closed his eyes and slowly worked his jaw.  A look of pure ecstasy appeared on his face.  She wanted to move closer, but knew he would not allow it.  Patience would give her the reward she sought.

Finally, after slow and aching minutes dragged by, he opened his eyes.  Once again his hand reached out for another of the confections and she followed his movements closely.  His hands were strong, but his movements showed how graceful he could be.  Another chocolate ball appeared and he again drew it toward his mouth.  At this point she thought she might die of want and expected he would make her watch the process once more.

She was wrong, he gently placed the chocolate between his teeth, holding it in place before leaning forward.  Her skin tingled with awareness as her body sensed his rising over her.  She opened her mouth in anticipation and felt rewarded when his lips neared hers.  Slowly, oh so slowly, the chocolate pressed into her mouth.  Not wanting to ruin the moment, she didn’t dare move.  Finally, he filled her mouth and she closed her lips as he watched.  The taste of fine chocolate exploded in her mouth eliciting a moan of pleasure.  Her eyes closed as she relished the taste until it gently melted away.  When she finally lifted her gaze, she found him still hovering over her.  His tongue reached out to begin a sensual dance across her lips, taking what elements remained from the sweet confection. Marissa’s body lifted in invitation, but he was not ready to accept more.

He slowly moved away and left her aching with want.  Soon another truffle appeared and he began the process again.  She knew he planned the torture to last for some time, but could not summon the voice to protest.  It would be a night to remember.  Chocolate Truffles and sensual delight, who could ask for more?

Just so the readers know, I had this particular chocolate near me which is what helped to inspire this writing.  It is actually my favorite kind of chocolate.  Outside of this, the story is completely fiction and simply something that appeared in my overactive imagination.

~ by Suzie on May 23, 2011.

5 Responses to “Digital Candy- A writing excercise for fun”

  1. A writer, Philip Chen, has allowed me to post his contribution to this exercise from the previously mentioned Amazon forum. This is a glimpse into his style which may prove useful to anyone looking for a new “thriller” author to read. If this catches your interest, feel free to check out his book Falling Star. Do know that the below sample does not come from his actual book:

    Kenneth Jameson was in a hurry. In his hurry last night he forgot to set his alarm, so there wasn’t time to do much more than shower and get downtown for that meeting on the Roritan Generator financing. Those idiots at the firm can’t ever get these things straight, he thought as he rushed through his morning routine. Can’t eat now, but I can grab an energy bar at the newsstand in front of the office.

    Kenneth threw on his jacket, grabbed his very expensive Moroccan leather briefcase, luckily he had stuffed all the papers in before finally turning out the lights early this morning when he finally put the finishing comments on that poorly written brief. I’m going to have to talk with Jones’ boss about his lack of attention, he muttered to no one in particular.

    Closing and locking the door to his penthouse apartment on Central Park West, Jameson walked briskly to the elevator. The shining bronze doors of the elevator opened onto the white marbled lobby of his apartment house. Alfred, the door man, held open the massive brass doors for Jameson as he hurried through.

    “Have a nice day,” said Alfred; a comment left unanswered as the partner in Crumbly & Seversin bolted through the door to the waiting black Lincoln Town Car.

    As the Lincoln Towncar weaved its way downtown, Jameson went through his papers one more time, marking further comments in bright red ink, so much so that the document soon looked as though it had been riddled with buckshot and was uncontrollably bleeding its life away.

    The Lincoln quietly slipped up to the curb of the skyscraper that served as the world headquarters of Crumbly & Seversin, a global investment firm. Jameson had clawed his way up the organization and was now a senior managing director.

    He walked briskly toward the front doors of the building, but hesitated remembering that he needed his energy bar. He walked over to the newsstand on the curb and asked for a Power2go bar. “Are you new?” he asked the operator of the stand, “Where’s the regular guy?”

    The operator said, “Tomas had to go visit his sick grandmother, so I am sitting in for him.” The newsstand operator handed Jameson the energy bar wrapped in its shiny silver foil.

    “Tomas? Was that his name?” replied Jameson absentmindedly. He took the energy bar and walked toward the building. Without thinking, Jameson unwrapped the small chocolate covered energy bar and put it to his mouth.

    As he bit into the high calorie, artificially sweeten energy bar, it exploded. Jameson’s head was explosively transformed into a Roman fountain of blood and gray brain matter; his lifeless body slumped to the pristine sidewalk of Crumbly & Seversin.

    The newsstand operator quietly slipped into the crowd walking slowly westward on Wall Street as people ran eastward to the scene of the violence. Sirens screamed as police cars and ambulances fought the morning rush hour, trying to fight through the congestion.

  2. Thanks Susan,

    It was a great exercise to get my synapses sparking so early in the morning. I wrote this in about 20 minutes and kept it to exactly 500 words. It was great fun and I appreciate that you are giving all us writers further exposure on your blog.


  3. Glad to see this over here – I was amazed what people could spout off the top of their heads!!

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