there are times when a photo can inspire a series of words… but then, there are other times when another is inspired by such a photo. With a quick edit, one can transport the ideas to a whole new level of imagination. Today, sharing the inspiration one inspiration had on another… details after this short post

Author V.G. Cummings – Her Words

These are her words. Very honored to share a published author’s words on this blog. Links to her books below transcribed off social media with permission… all errors due to late night transcription, not the author herself

Tonight was the night they were finally going to meet. She stood nervously praying to the sun gods that her freshly dyed shoes would be dry in time.

Why did she agree to this? Why couldn’t they just keep talking on the phone? Sending flirty messages and making each other laugh.

What if he doesn’t see the same vision in person? What if her voice cracks or she gets that ridiculous seal laugh going?

She walks inside to take a bath. She needs to clear her head. Plunging into the pillowy bubbles, she closes her eyes. Remembering his words last night. Pinching her nipples, she whimpers.

Imagining the bites he said he would inflict. Roaming her fingers down her body, she digs her nails into her flesh. Feeling the scruff from his beard in her mind as her skin gets prickly from her touch.

A low moan escapes as her fingers touch her swollen bud. Side to side her fingers move. Transporting her into another world. His world. Where his tongue is rapidly trapping her. She can longer thrust the hips that met his beautiful mouth because her body seized.

Screaming out to every entity known to man before the tears streams down her face and his name crosses her lips in a whisper.

Gaining her composure, she begins washing her body and realize she still feels him. As she dries and moisturizes her skin she still feels him. With every curl of her hair, every pouty face to make sure her lipstick is on point, every detail of getting dressed, she still feels him.

Startled, by the knock on the door she sighs, knowing her fate is about to be sealed. Rolling her shoulders, she walks confidently in her freshly dyed shoes. Taking a deep breath she opens the door and she still feels him.

Eyebrows raised she looks at him and all she can say is… “Sweet Jesus”.

V.G. Cummings has several books and is working on several more. Check her out on Amazon at www.amazon.com/author/vgcummings for more amazing words she’s penned… many even more impressive than this generous share