Some people are night owls. Whatever they do, be it dancing at clubs or underwater basket weaving, they just function best at night. I am not one of those people. I never have been. I’m a morning person, by nature. I do my best work bright and early, whether it’s writing a sexy story or working out.
While I tend not to function as well at night, I can appreciate the appeal it has for some people. I’ve been out late at night before. There’s something inherently exciting and even a little sexy when it’s dark, quiet, and eerie. It’s like hiding in a shadow, free from scorn and scrutiny. It allows us to be a little bolder. For some, it allows us to be a little naughty as well.
What follows is a Daily Sexy Musing dedicated all those naughty things we do under cover of night. Whether it’s sneaking over to see your lover or just sneaking in a shot of whiskey past midnight, it adds a little spice to our lives and that’s worth celebrating.
The clock strikes midnight. Then, it passes. The air gets colder. Every light gets a little dimmer, from the moon to a candle. It’s like a blanket covering every inch of land. None can escape its grasp, but I’ve no intention of running towards the light.
I got your call. Your voice is so soft, yet it booms in the late hour. While everyone else sleeps, your loins are wide awake. You want me. You need me. I’ve no intention of denying you. No matter the hour, my passions keep me alert. They guide me to you and my legs cannot carry me fast enough.
Through the darkness, your love finds me.
Through the late hours, your lust rouses me.
Through the blackest night, your presence lures me in.
For once, darkness is an ally and not an obstacle. Too many people are home resting. Too few people are out and about, creating noise and prying eyes. It’s like the entire world is letting its guard down. I don’t have to filter my feelings. From the most romantic to the most lurid, I can follow every one of them with impunity.
When we finally meet, it’s like the darkness is affirms our every whim. It surrounds us in its protective shroud, hiding us from the constraints that attempt to contain our wildest whims. In broad daylight, there’s only so much we can do to express our love. Without that daylight, we are truly free. It’s as if the night is daring us. Except, we don’t need to be dared.
In the darkness, I don’t just want to make love.
In the darkness, I don’t just want to hold you.
In the darkness, I don’t want to settle for something careful and safe.
Together, we find a place that neither the sun nor moon can hope to reach. I smile at you and you smile at me. You have the look of the most angelic angel and the most devious demon at the same time. You’re not going to be gentle with me. I intend to return the favor.
Under cover of night, we don’t just get undressed. We rip our clothes off.
Under cover of night, we don’t just make love. We ravage one another with our passions.
There is no restraint, limit, or burden. There is only us and our passion, unfiltered and raw. Under the light, it is a lurid spectacle. In the late hours of the night, it is real. Thanks to the darkness, though, it is ours.