She leapt through the crust enjoying the air as it singed across her skin. Hot thermal caresses stroked her into passion that ignited in flames. There was nothing as lovely as a volcano for a fire elemental. She vacationed at Etna, the Hawaiian Islands and Iceland. This time it was Hawaii. The lava flows were almost orgasmic in the ebb and flow of heat mixed with the slow pulsing eruption. She dived through the crust again and again enjoying the flashes of heat.
On the shore, scientists were setting up their cameras to photograph the volcanic plume erupting from the blackened crusts. Calling to their colleagues, they pointed to the dancing flames far out in the lava flow. Cameras clicked as they focused in on the phenomena.
She saw them and in a fit of molten ire dived back into lava flow. Flecks of lava flew far enough to nearly reach the scientists. One of them grabbed his camera to check it for damage. As he flipped through the pictures he couldn’t believe what he saw. A naked woman with flames for hair was in shot after shot. “Hey Guys!” he hollered. “You’ll never believe this!” he said as he began to show them the pictures. They were flabbergasted.
Almost missed one! Once again we are up in the steaming metropolis. Meetings and clients to appease. I love this pic, although at first the phrase threw me for a loop. 111 to 222 words and the phrase, molten ire to wordsmith into the story.
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