Masturbation Monday is the weekly erotica writing meme hosted by Kayla Lords. From time to time, I like to play along.
The prompt this week is Candlelight – based on an image by Marie Rebelle. Not only is it a gorgeous image, it’s also a prompt that’s perfect for erotica.
by candlelight and sound alone,
she walks up the creaking steps to her waiting bed.
It is where her lover
waits for her, the promise of his lust
pulsing in the suffocating summer night air
like a lifeline coming through.
At midnight, she walks up those stairs,
nothing guiding her but for one flame
and her endless nerve.
The house is silent,
the only noise coming from
a lonely bird outside, somewhere distantly hidden in the nighttime tenebrosity of the moors.
The house is silent, apart from the sound of her breaths,
quickening as she approaches her door.
He waits there, sat on her bed,
illuminated by one flame, one flame shining a light on the aching need
brewing between both of them, brewing all throughout the day until she spoke the words to him
meet me in my bedchamber at midnight
spoken softly into his ear, softly so mother and father and sisters and maids wouldn’t hear, this scandalously unladylike display of desires put on for his ears and his alone.
He stands to approach her, takes her hand and presses a kiss onto
the back of her hand. The candlelight shines a light, and she is once more taken aback
at the sheer perfection of him.
The candlelight shines a light
but after the string of hidden passions snaps, and clothes are stripped and flesh is bared
it’s only when the flame blows out that both of them
can truly see each other
for the first time