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Daily Sexy Musing: Brevity And Lovemaking

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When it comes to quality lovemaking, there’s this notion that it has to be long, drawn out, and elaborate. It can’t be over in a few minutes. That sort of thing tends to be fodder for dirty jokes than meaningful romance. Shows like “Married With Children” were built on a foundation of those jokes.

While I don’t deny the appeal and sexiness of extended lovemaking, I also think there’s a place for the quicker, more concise kind as well. I’m not just talking about quickies in a bathroom, either. I believe that brief, quick, and concise lovemaking has a place in the erotica/romance landscape. It’s trickier to build sexy stories around, but it can work.

I’ve toyed with that idea in some of my novels and sexy short stories. I think it’s an idea in need of refinement rather than crude humor. This Daily Sexy Musing is my way of showing that the concept can work. We all have so much going on in our lives. Not all lovemaking needs to be a test in endurance. Sometimes, even in acts of love, there’s something entirely fitting of brief, but passionate sexiness. Enjoy!

Our time is brief.

Our opportunities are fleeting, at best.

Through the chaos and toil, our love finds a way.

It cannot be constrained or circumvented. At some point during days of labor and toil, I’ll crave your loving embrace. Thoughts of our bodies entwined and entangled dance across my mind’s eye. They inspire me and motivate me, making even fleeting moments as precious as air or water.

No matter how determined or dedicated, though, we are still at the mercy of time. The world doesn’t make room for us, nor does it slow down when we finally have our chance. Each second passes us by at the same rate. The burden is on us to make them count. Every tick is finite, but our passions are not.

In one second, we find each other.

In another, we kiss.

In another, we shed our clothes.

In another, we unite our flesh.

No matter how intense, time continues to unfold. As such, we vent our passions with urgency. There can be no wasted breaths or lost moments. Together, we must focus. The sweet release we seek will not come to us. We must, instead, seize it as one.

We move quickly, but effectively.

We ascend rapidly, but smoothly.

We embrace firmly, but affectionately.

There’s no time to linger. Our love must be complete. We take the direct route, saving the elaborate paths for another day. I know all your shortcuts. You know mine. Together, we are locked in, focused on a singular act of love. When it arrives, we share in the feeling. We savor what we can, like the tiniest, tastiest treat.

It may end quickly, but it’s never forgettable. Whether spanning seconds or eons, the feeling is conveyed. The passions exchanged are clear. We made our love real and needed little time to do it. Brevity breeds efficiency and there’s no doubt, whatsoever. Our love is truly that efficient.

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Daily Sexy Musing: Sexy Gift Giving

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This is the season of gift giving and gift exchanges. Unless you’re an inherently miserable person or the basis of Billy Bob Thorton’s best movie, it’s a wonderful time of year. I’ve always loved the holidays. As a kid, it was fun because it meant getting toys and eating candy. As an adult, it’s fun for those same reasons, but there’s also festive sex appeal that goes with it.

There have been a few points in my life where I’ve been in a relationship during the holidays. Without giving away too many intimate details, I can safely say that the spirit of gift giving did plenty to raise both my holiday spirit and that of my significant other. Sharing in gifts may seem shallow and exceedingly commercial, but it still conveys a powerful sentiment beyond the season.

It shows, among other things, just how much you care. It shows that you’re willing to put in the time and effort. All functional relationships require that kind of commitment. The holidays, when done right, can celebrate that commitment. It can even be a sexy celebration. Sometimes, being a little naughty makes everything feel extra nice in ways that only adults can appreciate.

With Christmas fast approaching, I dedicate this Daily Sexy Musing to the kinkier, more mature side of gift-giving. There will always be a place for child-like fun during this time of year, but adults can have fun too. If they can squeeze the sexy kind of fun into the mix, then that just makes the season all the more special. Enjoy!

The snow is falling.

The tree is lit.

The presents are neatly wrapped.

For children, it is the most exciting time of the year. They all sleep restlessly, eager to play with their new toys. For us, however, we share a more intimate gift. It doesn’t always involve toys, but it evokes the same excitement.

Under the light of the tree and the smell of fresh cocoa, I give to you a simple gift. It’s small, neatly wrapped, and fits easily in the palm of your hand. What it lacks in size, it makes up for in sentiment. It has to because there’s no package big enough to contain the passion I feel for you.

I watch you open it.

I see your eyes light up with the joy of a thousand children.

I know then that Santa Clause himself just got upstaged.

You throw your arms around me. I embrace you without hesitation. Your touch carries the intensity of a spirit enchanted by something beyond any holiday. It burns brighter than any star, echoing with cheer beyond any season. No one day or month can possibly contain the love we share, but that only makes the moments more festive.

In that unique spirit, we celebrate. An exchange of goods becomes an exchange of passions. We defy the long nights and winter cold, shedding thick layers of clothes in favor of the heat we create together. Every act conveys the extent of our spirit. In the light of the holidays, it offers unique paths with which to journey.

With one gift, I put my love into a tangible form.

With one gift, I tell you more than I can ever put into words.

With one gift, I inspire a year’s worth of passion.

With one gift, I celebrate the love we share.

It need not be large or smell. It just has to convey the feelings we cherish. By embracing that passion, every day we share our love feels like Christmas.

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Daily Sexy Musing: The Joy (And Danger) Of Thrill Sex

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Thrill sex is one of those kinky, yet subjective aspects of romance. What counts as thrilling for some may seem mundane to others. Some couples consider sex in a moving car on a busy highway as thrilling. Others consider sex outside a police station in broad daylight as thrilling. Both can get the job done. One just carries more risk/danger than others.

When I was in high school, the pinnacle of thrill sex involved couples who did it in their parents’ bedroom while they were home. I can see how that would be thrilling to hormonal teenagers, but it’s one of those situational thrills that depends heavily on circumstance. Some parents may get incensed by the idea. Some may end up reacting with shotguns.

As subjective it can be, thrill sex is one of those special manifestations of intimacy that even non-romantics can appreciate. It doesn’t have to be overtly dangerous. It just has to mix things up in a way that carries risk beyond strangers seeing your genitals. The following Daily Sexy Musing is a celebration of the diverse appeal of thrill sex. For all those adventurous couples out there, I hope it gives you some ideas. Enjoy!

When I’m around you, I want you. I crave your loving, intimate touch. It’s not just a desire. It’s a need, as necessary as air or food. I can tell you want me too. I can feel it every time your gaze undresses me wholly.

Most of the time, we manage that urge. However, there are times when it cannot be managed, nor should it. Within those moments, a private dwelling and a warm bed aren’t always available. Sometimes, they’re not even sufficient. These are the times when we need something more.

To hell with closed doors.

To hell with safe domains.

To hell with modest restraint.

To hell with anything that dare hides our passion.

I take your hand and you take mine. Together, we seek a setting fraught with risk and danger. The thought, alone, gets our hearts racing. The rush mixes with desire, every lurid inclination amplified like gasoline on a fire. As the need burns hotter, our effort grows bolder.

Maybe we’ll do it in the bathroom of an airplane as it flies over an ocean.

Maybe we’ll do it near the edge of a cliff overlooking a canyon.

Maybe we’ll do it in the woods where hungry animals dwell.

Maybe we’ll do it in your father’s garage while he’s cleaning his guns.

It doesn’t matter where, when, or how. I want you so much. I seek to demonstrate that love, physically and passionately. I don’t care if the whole world sees us in our lurid glory. I want everyone to know the breadth of our love. I want them to marvel and gasp at how well we express it.

The danger doesn’t dissuade us. If anything, it further excites us. Clothes become a burden. Flesh becomes hot with urgency. We seek out that which repels lovers less bold than us. We pity the limits of their passion while celebrating our own.

Finally, we find that special place.

We secure that special moment.

We’re surrounded by danger, inviting great embarrassment and real harm. We don’t care. Our love and passion overshadows all of that.

From that great risk comes greater reward. In that moment of palpable peril, our love becomes more than love. It becomes a true thrill.

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Daily Sexy Musing: Ode Sexy Doctors

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Doctors are sexy on a fundamental level. I think most people agree with that to some extent. Men are drawn to sexy nurses. Women are drawn the smart, charismatic doctors that George Clooney and Hugh Laurie helped make famous. It’s not just some niche genre for porn or romance novels. There’s genuine sensual undertones to someone who heals others.

I believe it predates George Clooney. Go back to any point in history. If you had the skills and knowledge to heal someone, then you didn’t just provide a valuable service to your community. You had something that made you genuinely attractive. Someone who can heal and treat illness is objectively useful. Being useful is the first step towards being sexy.

Doctors, regardless of gender, are capable of eliciting all sorts of emotions from people. When we’re sick, we’re at our most vulnerable. We trust in our doctors to treat us and heal us. That kind of trust can take on some very intimate connotations. It can even lead to the famous Florence Nightingale trope where patients and doctors fall in love.

Given how our health and survival are so closely linked, we’re always going to have a more intimate connection with those who can heal us. The following Daily Sexy Musing is an ode to those uniquely intimate feelings we have towards those who tend to us when we’re ill. Enjoy!

My body failed me. I am at its mercy, weighed down by pain, fatigue, and weakness. I’m not just ill. I am vulnerable. I have the will to survive, but not the strength. I fight to overcome, but it’s not enough. I need a healing hand. Specifically, I need your loving touch.

You heed my call.

You come to my aid.

You console my wounded state.

Like an angel answering a prayer, you impart your skill unto me.

As I lay sick and suffering, you work your healing magic, tending to me and treating me. You describe my ailment with such knowledge and certainty, speaking a language that only a select few understand. It’s like you see beyond the surface of my flesh, finding the flaws and fixing them.

You brave pained cries and foul moods, undeterred by disease and distress. Instead of aversion, you feel compassion. Your heart is strong and your spirit is stronger. You don’t just confront the death and disease that attacks life on all sides. You fight it head on.

In that battle, you slay the beast.

Through that struggle, I am healed.

From my weakest moment, I regain my strength.

For that, I am in your debt. However, I seek more than simply repayment. You understand what it means to heal, but underestimate the greater effect. I was at your mercy. I was at the mercy of everyone and everything around me. You could’ve done anything to me and I would’ve been helpless.

Even so, you healed me.

Even so, you comforted me.

Of all the things you could’ve done, you did what was best for me.

Now, thanks to you, my spirit and my vigor have returned. In you, I see a compassionate heart and a capable soul. Around you, I don’t just feel safe. I feel stronger. With you, I want to share that strength. My body, now free of illness, is ready to connect once more.

You came to me when I was weak.

Now, I come to you when I’m strong.

Together, we celebrate our health.

Our hearts beat together. Our bodies become entwined. You are my doctor, the keeper of my health. I am your patient, the catalyst for your soul. As one, the spark of life burns brightest.

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Daily Sexy Musing: The Joy (And Sexiness) Of Laughter

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When it comes to laughter, the appeal is universal. It transcends culture, geography, and time periods. Whether you’re a hipster in New York or a serf in medieval Russia, a good laugh goes a long way towards making your day a little better. Laughter is one of the few universal joys we can all appreciate. At the same time, it has underrated sex appeal.

Think about the reasons people often give for being attracted to someone. At some point, even if they’re strikingly beautiful or ridiculously well-endowed, they do something that makes them laugh. Laughter makes you feel good. We tend to gravitate towards people who make us feel those things. It’s one of the simplest forms of attraction.

It can go beyond attraction, though. Laughter can make someone feel good, but it has limits. In the right circumstances, it can act as a romantic appetizer. Making them laugh gives them a taste of just how happy you can make them. If they like it enough, then they’ll want more and from there, things tend to get intimate for all the right reasons.

When done right, laughter can make you downright sexy. You don’t have to be a comedian. You just have to know how to strike the right chords. From there, things get easier and sexier. The following Daily Sexy Musing is a testament to the more intimate side of laughter. Whether it involves a dirty joke or a bad pun, it can go a long way towards setting the mood.

We talk all the time. I know you so well and you know me. I can say so little, but convey so much. Our love is like a language and only we are fluent. With it, we can say so much. This time, however, I choose to be brief.

I smile and relax, taking the poise of someone not attempting to tickle your heart or loins. We start talking. Then, I say it. I make a very remark, one with a very specific purpose. I’m no longer attempting. I know what I’m doing. I seek only one immediate reaction.

It happens. You laugh and I laugh with you. That is just the beginning.

Everything feels lighter, now. The serious matters of the day fall to the wayside. We smile gleefully, oblivious to inanities or absurdities. You drift in closer to me. You like that feeling. I like it too. However, I know it’s not enough.

As you enter my embrace, you’re still smiling. It’s a beautiful sight. Seeing you happy makes me even happier. It also motivates me. I want to feed that feeling. I want to be the one who can give it to you. If I’m to be your lover, it is a skill I must master. To master it, though, I must practice.

I lean in closer.

I whisper into your ear.

I utter more words that I know will trigger a reaction.

Again, you laugh and I laugh with you. This time, there is more. I can feel it in the way you hold me. You’re so happy. I have captivated you with my wit and humor. Your jovial spirit ignites my heart and sparks my desires. I now seek more than just a smile.

As we laugh, I draw you into a kiss.

As we laugh, I guide you to a more intimate setting.

As we laugh, our clothes become a burden that must be lifted.

As we laugh, we follow one another to greater feats of bliss.

It doesn’t need setup. It requires no riches or resources of any kind. Only a sharp wit, a wry sense of humor, and an eagerness to see happiness in love is necessary. It starts with a laugh, but ends with so much more.

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Daily Sexy Musing: Sensual Deserts

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There’s something inherently sensual about the concept of desert, especially during the holidays. It comes after a hardy meal. It’s something you enjoy after you’ve fulfilled your primary need for substance. It’s not the least bit necessary. You could skip desert and still be perfectly content. However, why stop at contentment? Just being content is not the same as being satisfied.

I’ve always had a special fondness for desert. It actually predates my love of erotica/romance. I come from a family of skilled cooks who know how to make the sweetest, most savory deserts you can imagine. They help make every meal extra special. Even when I felt full, I always made an effort to enjoy desert. As I’ve gotten older, I’ve come to appreciate it in other more intimate ways.

A good desert is lot like making love. Sure, it fills a basic need, but that’s not the only reason we seek it. There’s a deeper, more meaningful aspect to it. Even though we could live without it, those extra sweet experiences are what make it worth living. This Daily Sexy Musing is my way of uniting the common threads that tie desert to making love. I hope it helps everyone work up an appetite, among other things. Enjoy!

I take my last bite. Our meal is complete. We’re both full, our bellies bloated and warm with food. The stress and rigors of the day have long since faded. We have done what we need to do. We have sustained and nourished our bodies, as needed.

However, we are not satisfied.

I see it in your eyes. I make damn sure you can see it in mine. Flushed with energy and nutrients, we no longer need concern ourselves with survival and hunger. After all, a good meal is only as good as what it allows us to do. With full stomachs, we can now pursue another critical need.

I reach across the table and take your hand in mine. Through my touch, I let you know the needs that remain unmet. With energy to spare and calories to burn, we are equipped to vent the full range of our passions. You mention desert, but we seek something sweeter than any treat.

I join you on the other side of the table.

I take you in my arms.

I taste you with my lips.

I stand ready to gorge with you on a different kind of meal.

Our hunger finally catches up with our desire, one need blending with another. Our breath contains the lingering smell of food. It supplements the hunger and the desire it inspires. What we need gives way to what we want. After a good meal, we have what we need to seek it.

We clear the table.

We shed the formal attire that hinders our pursuit.

We tap into the excess energy within our bodies.

Together, our flesh tastes one another. We dine on a new kind of delight, the ultimate desert after the perfect meal. What good food makes possible, great passion makes fulfilling. We don’t stop with a simple appetizer. We don’t hold back, even after the first course. We skip the formalities and get right to the succulent desert that awaits.

I take it in.

I share it with you.

Through our love, we taste pure ecstasy. It is, and always will be, our favorite desert.

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Daily Sexy Musing: A Tribute To Quick Flings

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As a romance fan, I’ll always have a strong appreciation for the kind of epic love stories that make for great novels, heart-wrenching movies, and extra-hot sex scenes. I make no apologies for that and I’ll continue incorporating this type of romance into my novels and sexy short stories.

However, even the romantic in me has a soft spot for quick flings. By that, I don’t mean the kinds of one-night stands that are only a few steps above masturbation. For me, a fling is something that has some emotional resonance on top of the sexy stuff. I don’t deny that flings usually emphasize sex more than romance, but I think there’s a place for them in the greater romantic landscape.

I haven’t had too many flings in my life, but I know people who have had more than a few. They don’t treat them as serious relationships, but they don’t treat them as an afterthought in their personal lives. Some even become a stepping stone to finding more meaningful romance. Love them or hate them, quick flings have a significant influence on our collective love lives.

As such, I believe that influence is worth celebrating. The following Daily Sexy Musing will channel both the love and the lust associated with these flings to help flesh out their appeal. Whether or not you’ve ever had one in your life, I hope this helps you appreciate them. Enjoy!

Time is never on our side. In the grand scheme of life, every moment becomes a tiny snapshot as we carry forward. Like following a river, the ripples fade fast and become distant memories. For you and me, I want more. For us, I believe we’re capable of making waves.

A random encounter brought us together.

A fleeting passion brought us intimacy.

A fondness of flesh made it something greater.

What started as a sensual release is no longer shallow. I remember your face. I recall the warm touch of your smooth skin. The way your flesh felt in my hand and the way our bodies became entwined is not easy to forget. I don’t want to forget. However brief a time we have, I week to etch every moment together into my soul.

Fond memories of great bliss and wrinkled sheets is simply not enough. We can be more than two bodies seeking intimate contact. However, we don’t have to be more than necessary. There is potential in our passion. Why not realize it?

Let’s seek more than a warm body for our beds.

Let’s seek more than basic company on lonely nights.

Let’s seek more than friendly exchanges of flesh and feeling.

Where there is lust, there is the foundation for love. Where love is not possible, we still have moments to forge and feelings to embrace. There are countless souls on this world. We only ever have time to embrace a few. I want to be among those with which you shared yourself without regret. I can be that person, but only if you give us a chance.

Like a roll of the dice or a flash of lightning, the experience is a product of chaos and chance. In a world where losses always outnumber gains, there odds are against us, but the rewards are immense. History may dissuade us, but desire continues to drive us. I’m willing to navigate that chaos. Are you?

I am here.

You are here.

We are together.

Let’s make the most of it.

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