Red Writing Hood: The Kiss

Prompt: Let's get all steamy up in here and write about sex. But you know us. There's a twist. You can't write about the act. I don't want to read about any heaving bosoms or girded manhood (please tell me someone else giggled besides me). This is based on a dream I had. A really, really, happy dream.


He was standing by the door, bare chested, when I walked out of the bathroom stall.

I have been known to be inattentive to my surroundings, but in retrospect, I would have noticed if anyone had come into the Ladies' room while I was in the stall, because the door creaks. Somehow, he got there without making a sound.

Of this I was certain: he was waiting for me.

I looked up, into his face, so I could stop staring at his perfect abs and how his taut skin disappeared into his pants.

My body reacted viscerally. For the first time I understood what the romance novels meant by their use of the word "lusted".

My Ladies' Room visitor was big, broad shouldered, solid looking, the top of his head nearly touching the ceiling.

Cropped hair so dark that it reflected a blue sheen in the fluorescent lighting.

A jawline carved from stone, dusted with the beginnings of stubble.

Eyes the green of a forest nested between high cheekbones fixed on me with what I can only describe as hunger.

Hunger?

I had time to blink, my mouth slightly agape.

Then this strange, stunning man was holding my face in his huge hands and his lips were on mine.

A sigh escaped him, as if he had been waiting his entire life just to kiss me.

What the heck is a girl to do in these sorts of situations, when a gorgeous, half naked man kisses you?

I kissed him back, of course.

I shivered with intensity of his apparent passion for me. All coherent thought poured out of my head. Goosebumps flowed over my skin, immediately followed by a tingling heat. My legs seemed to lose the power to keep me standing. He pulled me into a tight embrace, lifting me so that my feet no longer touched the floor.

I wanted more. I tried to melt into him, so the kiss would never end.

But it did, dammit.

I remember making a sound of frustration as he pulled away. I was suddenly back on my unsteady feet and he was backing up. Swaying, I touched my lips, staring at my mystery man.

"You are mine," he whispered, smiling. And then he vanished.

Bring Sexy Back To Church?

We got this postcard in the mail the other day. At first I thought that some new nightclub or gentlemen's club was opening in the area, but then I read "Revolution Church" at the bottom of the card. On the back were the words, "Join us at Revolution Church as we bring sexy back and look at what God says about sex."

Bring 'sexy' BACK? To church? It left? Are they saying that people used go to church for sex and it stopped? What denomination was this, and why wasn't I informed? Was this before or after all the sex scandals that have been on television and in the newspapers?

Are they saying that if people go to this particular church, they will have sex? Isn't that illegal in most states, particularly if money is handed over? Will dinner be served first? Is the woman posing in those pink stilettos an altar server? Does Billy Graham know about this?

I understand the need for someone starting a new church to want to have "butts in the seats" so the collection take will be greater. I understand the need for some worshippers to require entertainment(singers, dancers, the Tijuana Brass, etc.) to endure their visits to church. I understand that there are a lot of people who know very little about sex and are afraid to ask someone. However, this particular ministry seems to be taking all this to an unhappy extreme.

This is something that should appall people. Instead, it is likely that this church will have a proverbial sellout crowd. Sex does sell, after all.