Aug 31, 2009 by

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Round 3 Challenge: Incorporate the death of a dog into your next passage. It should be no more than 400 words long.

The neighbor’s dogs’ barking alerted her that Alfred had arrived. “Messengers of pleasure,” she smiled to herself, lazily extending a long bare leg across the bed.

But when Arthur burst into the bedroom, Catherine knew by his furrowed brow that something dreadful had happened. His hair, which normally cascaded silkily down his tanned forehead, was tousled and oily with sweat. It was rare to see Arthur out of sorts, but when it did happen, he was most desirable.

Arthur plunked down on the bed, clutching his head, still oblivious to the warm, feline, half-clad body draped across the perfumed sheets.

“I ran over a dog as I was leaving the bank,” Arthur suddenly cried out, his back still to Catherine. “I flattened the poor pooch!”

“Oh, Arthur!” Catherine cried. “How terrible!” It truly was, but the only thing to be done was to console the living. That much she could do for her husband. She crawled over towards him on the bed on all fours, her ripe fruits swinging below her, and pressed herself against his back.

All of a sudden, Arthur became aware of his wife’s hotly alive body. Her breasts pancaked against him like partially-filled hot water bottles. The squishy tips of her creamy melons soon hardened through the negligee, piercing him with rubbery insistence. His body reacted in kind. As he stiffened, she slipped a leg around him and ever so slowly began gyrating her pelvis against his swelling scepter.

“But Catherine—” Arthur gasped.

“Shhh,” Catherine said, touching her fingers to his lips. “Words later. If you need to say anything, speak it in the language of love.”

Arthur groaned and gave himself over to his rising desire. He slid his hand up under her negligee and squeezed the outthrust mounds of her ample rump. Unable to resist, he then reached around and wedged the palm of his fingers between her hungry amazonian thighs, which yawned open to accept the welcome intrusion.

With heavy-lidded eyes, Catherine squirmed against his serviceable hand. She let out a moan of pleasure as his rigid fingers found their moist target. Panting heavily, she surrendered to the flaming throes of matrimonial ecstasy.

As the waves of pleasure wracked her frame, she buried her face in his swarthy chest. She drew a deep breath to fill herself with his musky animal scent… and instead smelled the perfume of another woman.

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  1. The hollowness of pre-competition efforts from many participants is long gone. There are definite signs of maturity in the air.

    This fully justifies another round.

  2. Found some of the description a bit corny, but the story is developing nicely here. The last line sets us up nicely for next week. Someone’s got some explaining to do…..

  3. The corniness is practically built into the genre, is it not? It certainly is not a genre that I am experienced with. I assume you meant Arthur should do some explaining, but perhaps “Author” should too. Recently my husband’s friend quipped that I was “prudish” in my opinions. So this is my way of having one over on him. Of course, I haven’t mentioned about the contest and I don’t think he even knows about it. But when it is all over, I will print this out and wave it in his face and enjoy watching him blush.

    And aside from that, I cannot deny that this is also a genre that has often intrigued, as much as appalled, me.

  4. ‘The corniness is practically built into the genre, is it not?’

    It is indeed. And I did mean Arthur when I said someone has some explaining to do. Looking forward to find out what happens next.

  5. While I can’t say I enjoy this genre I do have to compliment you Nora on your grasp of it. And isn’t wonderful when you can have a rather public version of a private rant on the page. Would love to see what you friend has to say when you wave those pages in his face.

    I wonder though if this genre really does play to prudishness in a way though – given the heavy metaphors – say compared with erotica.

    You’ve left us with a wonderful hanging moment which I am sure will see you through to the next round.

  6. Auggie

    boooo! i’m drowning in cheese whiz. nora, you really need to get laid.

  7. My absolute pleasure. My best friend was an art reviewer for many years and she said the way to write a review was to work out what the artist was trying to achieve and gauge the work on that to see how successful it was.

    And I won’t stand for personal attacks on any of the writers here. If you want to be critical be constructive – not everyone likes every genre or every style of writing, but base your comments on something.

    I’d like to see you Tuck-Style (oh – that almost sounded very wrong!) Auggie in your next installment.

  8. Thank you, Jodi. For you, of all people, to come to my defense says a great deal about your character. I never thought of what I wrote as a public version of a private rant, but you are exactly right. That is a marvelous way to say it. You are correct that it may indeed play to prudishness because of its language. I don’t think I would be capable of the more pornographic variety of erotica. But I won’t rule it out. Since I am already at second base, maybe I should just keep running towards home!

    You are drowning, Auggie, but have you drowned yet? If not, I will make sure to lay on the cheese whiz even thicker next time.

  9. Auggie

    nora, there’s a good chance you wont be submitting another installment. yet i will be here commenting in near-anonymity. sorry for the cheap shot. for all i know, you’re the gorgeous wife of a gazillionaire. i’m just giving honest reactions. and your piece sounds like it was written for a sexually frustrated audience.
    jody, was it behan who compared the literary critic to a eunuch in a harem? you know it when you see it, but you can’t do it. always you seek to have it both ways. stand for something. and drop the pandering.

  10. Wait one moment, Auggie. Jodi was not pandering there. In fact, she did not hesitate to pull any punches with me a week or two ago when she did not like what she read. And with her critique, she gave her reasons.

    As for my piece, if it was indeed written for a sexually frustrated audience then it should be a big hit. So I’ll take that as a compliment.

  11. Seems to me that corniness is fine if the writer takes the characters seriously. Too many explosive adverbs, perhaps?

    • “Corniness is fine if one takes the characters seriously…” If I’m not mistaken, you are missing a “doesn’t” there. As for the explosive adverbs, without them, romance fiction would lose all its zest.

  12. I’m not familiar with Behan so I will have to take your word on it Auggie. I am however familiar with Julia Cameron’s work, and she says the snide nasty critics, who give vague open ended criticism are themselves frustrated artists too scared to pursue their talents,and instead invest their energy in tearing down those who have the courage to pursue their dreams.

    And I do stand for something – I stand for honesty and integrity – which means giving reason for both liking and hating something, and critiquing the work at hand and not the person behind it. I’d refer you to the interesting discussions Nora and I had last round on her work.

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