Do you ever wake up disappointed? I had such a lovely dream last night… soft slow wet kisses, softer moans. His heat and power behind me. Feeling his fingers slide down my belly to my thighs, pulling them apart, further and further. Spreading me for him. His fingers tangling between my legs. Soft wet slow brushes of just barelythere fingertips while I buried my face in his neck. Shuddering...
Ran across yet another new sex blog (wow, is it just me, or has there been a virtual explosion the last six months or so?) and was perusing it, mildly amused, when wow. I ran across this post: I’m taking my (not made yet) marriage vows seriously, and I’m committed to just having sex with one woman for the rest of my days. Now I’m not complaining or anything, but I do miss...
I am so horny tonight it feels like my skin has Pop Rocks (remember that candy, from when we were kids?) inside. Nothing specific spurred it on, but oh baby, it’s there now. If you were here, I’d strip you all naked and lay you out on furniture like fabric swatches I’m trying to decide between. Men and women alike. I’d sample each of you like fine truffles and amuse...
I promised I’d tell you about some of my fantasies—the ones I’ve used to get me off, past and present. Tonight I’ll delve into the past. When I was a teenager, one of the sexiest things I could ever imagine happening to me was being grabbed by a gang of boys and thrown into the back of a van. They’d tie me up, spreadeagled, standing against the back wall of the van...
I am a smartass around men (some people just call this flirting, but it’s more than that, really). Most men, actually. Doesn’t even matter if I’m attracted to them or if I just work with them or if we’re just friends, it’s how I relate to them, how I get along with them, how I gauge what kind of person they are. But, as you might expect, I seem to be even more of a...
There’s just something about a smirk. It’s one of the most powerful sexual tools a man can possess. Used properly, it can cause arousal, anxiety, excitement, and more. No, really. It can make your heart race and feel like it’s going to explode of your chest. A good smirk can do this. It drives you crazy. It says: I know how I affect you. I know you’re attracted to me. I...
I must confess that I haven’t been dating much recently. As in not for a year. Taking an emotional break, you could say. Yes, I still take care of the sensuality as much as I can – being aware of the senses, candlelit baths, listening to Morcheeba (I’m sorry, their music will always remind me of liquid aural sex). The requisite devices that take 9 volt batteries. You get the...
Something in your eyes, what is it? The way you look at me. I can’t even read it; I just know it has heat, I don’t know what it means. Why do you always look at me that way? I’m sixteen again. Knees buckling. Butterflies in the pit of my stomach. Breathing suddenly seems complicated. What are you thinking? I wish I could read your mind; Well, part of me does. I can’t meet...