None of these are exactly 100 words, but they aren't stories per say, so I'm hesitant to call them ficlets. Anyhow, these are not really supposed to make sense (especially grammatically) to anyone but me, they're my poetic outlet or something. Call it poet's license. Read if you wish, review if you want to make me happy. See if you know who I'm talking about.
Ino's gift
Skinny black velvet choker, diamond centered on soft fabric. Brushed softly against the jugular. Convulsing body. It's a gift.
Wear it when you miss me she said. Wear it every day, wear it once, don't wear it at all. Wear it when you are having sex, wear it when you are sleeping, wear it when you go out to dinner with him.
He's yours to take. Take him, let him take you. She's finally given in. But she leaves her mark. And he will see her diamond eyes in the mark she left on you.
Convulsing body in silk sheets, restful bodies thrash. One luxury left behind. Hidden in the bedside table. It strangles, chokes, tightens. Fashioned of malice. It's a gift.
Intimacy
Skinny fingers push hard into tight muscles. Deliberately subjecting his sore body to firm touches. Following the curves of a toned chest, broad back, slender neck, elegant arms, long legs. Kneading calloused feet, sucking tender toes, working back up to his face. A kiss to the forehead, and one for each cheek. Linger above his lips, teasingly. Shallow breaths mix. Running skinny fingers through silky long hair, the ebony locks are a dark background to pale fingers. There is no greater intimacy than knowing every inch of that body. To hear the gasp as skinny fingers grasp the one appendage left unexplored. To seize that long long hair in a moment of ecstasy, and at the same time, graceful fingers hold the pale body for support. Elegantly he stands. Slowly he reaches out to touch raven feather hair which sticks up at funny angles. The places are switched. It starts again.
Want and Get
Why do we want? Why do we crave? What do we crave? People, food, titles and positions, new this, old that, control, rules, to break rules, happiness, romance, luck, wisdom, strength, power, revenge, love, money, more time, a cup of coffee even. Is greed the human condition? Is it what ties us together and makes us the same? Even if we get what we want it doesn't always satisfy. The gratification fades and we want again.
Sometimes when we get what we want we are disappointed. Because selfishness has hurt us, or others, because it isn't what we expected. We are miserable.
And when we know that we'll get what we want, is the anticipation better than if we got it spontaneously?
Perfect
He is only perfect because we make him so. Unattainable only because we make him so. We idolize him and when we see him, it hurts. Because he's not real. Our bias, our version of him is not real. It is only perfect.