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Daily Sexy Musings: Sensual Scents

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Some claim smell is the sense most tied to memory. I can believe that to some extent. That said, if I go into a strip club and see a woman with breasts as natural as the Empire State Building, I’m going to remember that more than how she smells. However, I don’t deny the power of scent or the sex appeal it carries.

Certain people give off distinct scents and when you’re in love with that person, you tend to recognize it better than most. Then, there’s the distinct scents you conjure after intimate moments that may or may not include acts of ravenous love-making. Such activities work up a sweat. Sweat creates smells. It’s just science, albeit of the sexiest variety.

The following Daily Sexy Musing is a testament to the inherent sensuality of certain scents and the romantic connotations that often come with it. You may not always remember the sights and sounds of a powerful experience, but chances are, you’ll remember those scents for all the right reasons. Enjoy!

You enter the room. I don’t turn around and I don’t say a word. I already know it’s you. You don’t need to do anything to identify yourself. I can already sense you. Your very presence fills the air with something so distinct. Whether surrounded stale air or awash in brisk winds, I can find your beautifully unique scent.

It’s like a flower that only blooms in your presence, but I’m the only one you allow in your garden. I cherish that privilege. I thank every star in the sky that I get to sense it, the unique taste in the air that you offer to those around you. Most only ever get a sample. You give me the full course of your love.

I breathe deep and feel your warmth.

I take a whiff and enter your domain.

I savor the ethereal musk and follow it into your grasp.

Your scent is the catalyst. Words, gestures, and the elaborate acts that follow are the byproduct. Together, we create extra-potent intimacy. From a simple kiss to an act of extensive love-making, we spark the fires of our greatest passions and immerse ourselves in the warmth.

No matter the time or place, we find ways to feel one another. Words, touch, and acts of love carry us forward. It takes energy and work. The rigors of our love require dedication. I exert myself willingly and you return the favor every step of the way. It’s so exhausting, yet so worthwhile.

From one act, we spark desire.

From another, we evoke passion.

From more, we celebrate our love.

For every action, we must exert. We embrace, we kiss, and we make love. It can leave us sweaty and drained, but content and satisfied. I make every effort count. You match me, act for act. Your scent gets stronger and my heart beats faster. Love inspires passion and passion intensifies love.

In the end, the very thing that started it all lingers most prominently in the air around us. That distinct scent you exude, like the ghostly spirit of our love, hangs over our naked bodies as we lay together. I can close my eyes and silence my thoughts, but I still smell your scent. I can still feel your presence.

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Daily Sexy Musings: Halloween Loving

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Halloween is the most underrated holiday. I say that with a straight face and utmost confidence. Christmas may get all the fancy decorations and presents, but Halloween will always win in terms of raw entertainment and sex appeal. As a kid, I loved getting free candy. As an adult, I love seeing beautiful women use Halloween as an excuse to wear something sexy.

While I don’t think anyone needs an excuse to dress sexy, a holiday like Halloween makes things more convenient. As I’ve gotten older, I’ve come to appreciate the freedom and spirit that Halloween affords us. In college, I attended many amazing parties where people just cut loose and embraced their naughty side. It’s a beautiful thing, even amidst the ghouls, goblins, and tooth decay.

I love candy as much as the next adult, but as an aspiring erotica/romance writer, the sexier side of Halloween appeals to me much more. The following Daily Sexy Musing is a celebration of that spooky, yet fun appeal. We all have some devilish desires within us. For just one night, why not celebrate them in the sexiest way possible? Enjoy!

The sun is down.

The moon is out.

The cold, crisp night settles in.

At last, the ultimate witching hour is upon us. Every repressed desire bubbles to the surface. That little devil that whispers in our ear suddenly becomes louder. For once, we don’t shut that voice out. Instead, we heed his every word and follow our most deviant whims to the utmost.

We shed the clothes that made us so normal and tame. In their place, we don costumes that reflect our devious mood. Whether vampire, devil, zombie, or ghost, the particulars of the costume don’t matter. It is just the catalyst to a much greater feeling.

We put on a new face.

We cast off our mask.

We become what we dare not admit.

In an instant, we become something else. I look at you and I don’t see the same person. The sweet, considerate lover that I know so well disappears. In their place is someone darker and more daring. Restraint, innocence, and reservation are muted. It scares me, but draws me in. Fear breeds excitement and excitement promises exhilaration.

In my new form, I stand before you in the same shroud of darkness. The lover you know is still there, but has taken a new form. Everything you thought you know is incomplete. Tonight, I am unbound. The monster in me will roam free. The creature that I keep at bay takes over. You need only brace yourself for its passionate wrath.

Together, we are monsters.

Together, we channel our inner demons.

Together, we embrace our greatest fear.

Together, we tap our darkest desires.

I take your hand. You smile back at me with a grin that could freeze the gates of Hell. We follow each other out the door and into the night, in search of tricks and treats. The cool air takes us. The spirit of the night keeps us warm, but the intensity of dark passions makes us hot.

It’s Halloween! The demons come out. The ghouls roam free. Tonight, I am your monster and you are mine.

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Daily Sexy Musings: Love And Quickies

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Who doesn’t enjoy a good quickie? When you think about it, there’s something wholly pragmatic about the concept, just getting sexy and getting the job. There doesn’t have to be an elaborate setup or a drawn-out act of passion. It can be quick, brief, and effective. We value that sort of efficiency in every other part of our lives. Why not apply it to our love lives?

Quickies get a bad rap, in my opinion. They’re seen as shallow and unromantic. I respectfully disagree. I believe they can be a powerful tool in our romantic arsenal. When used correctly, they can compound our passions rather than undercut them. The key is using them correctly, which I believe is possible, but difficult.

The following Daily Sexy Musing attempts to apply the power of the quickie. There is a right way and a wrong way to go about it. When done wrong, it can be pretty bland. When done right, though, it can be a special kind of sexy. Enjoy!

I walk into a room. There’s no candles, no fancy dinner, and no fancy lingerie. There’s only you and me, two lovers in a private setting. That’s all we need. That’s all we’ve ever needed. This time, however, there’s no room for seduction. I tell you with my gaze that I intend to skip every typical step from seduction to afterglow.

We skip the banter.

We skip the teasing.

We skip the ambience.

We skip the theatrics and get right to the good stuff.

I don’t say a word and neither do you. We just approach one another and let primal instincts do the rest. Somewhere between our first gaze and our first embrace, our clothes come off. There’s no theatrics or coy antics. We know what we want, we remove the barriers, and we go about getting it.

Now naked and free, we kiss and we touch. We don’t bother being gentle. Our needs outweigh our wants. Our every passion is channeled, focused a singular task. We crave each other’s love in its most basic form. A simple kiss, a simple touch, and a simple gesture is all it takes. From there, we take a short-cut to ecstasy.

There’s no wasted effort.

There’s no wasted breath.

There’s no wasted energy.

We don’t even make it to the bedroom. Any enclosing or piece of furniture that can accommodate our presence will do. We find the nearest site. We align our bodies accordingly. From there, our flesh unites and everything falls into place.

We don’t hold back.

We don’t draw it out.

We don’t squander a single moment.

Every movement takes us closer and every touch draws us nearer. It’s the ultimate shortcut, a direct route to the heights of passion. We let ourselves be reckless and greedy, allowing our lust to subvert our love. The end result is the same, a sweet release of euphoria between us. It’s takes only moments, but the impacts run much deeper.

It’s quick, but meaningful. We get what we want and we cherish the feeling. No words are needed. No explanation is necessary. We can make love like angels and mate like animals in heat. One way or another, our passion finds a way. Some are just more direct than others.

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Daily Sexy Musings: Late Night Loving

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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.

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Daily Sexy Musings: The Joys Of Afterglow

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I make a big deal about romance. On top of that, I make a big deal about passion, intimacy, and the fundamentals of expressing love. I’ve even made a big deal about foreplay. I make no apologies for any of that. If anything, I’ve every intention of belaboring these topics in the best possible way.

Then, there’s the concept and phenomenon of afterglow. It’s a critical, but underrated aspect of romance. It’s one of those things that’s hard to describe, but you know it when you feel it. It’s that special feeling you and your lover experience after love has been made and bliss has been achieved. It’s the calm after the storm. It’s the lingering aftertaste of a delicious desert.

It’s the part of love and lust that rarely makes it into a romance movie or a porno. Like foreplay, it’s often undervalued or under-appreciated. For someone who writes and talks about these sexy topics so much, it feels like an oversight. I hope to rectify that moving forward and I’d like to start by making afterglow the subject of this Daily Sexy Musing. Enjoy!

Together, we exhale. Our breath and hearts are in perfect harmony. A light sweat clings to our naked flesh, mixing together in an intimate blend. Every inch of flesh tingles with the lingering sensations of bliss. The shared effort to make our love real and tangible is a success, but the feeling is not yet complete.

As we lay together, we feel exhausted, but energized. Thoughts finally settle, yet feelings remain so intense. Our minds are clouded and dazed, drunk on the experience we just shared. It took focus and effort to go along with love and desire. Together, we made it work. Now, the fruits never tasted so sweet.

Together, we are satisfied.

Together, we are complete.

Together, we are love made real.

Together, we are passion turned flesh.

In the latest hours of the night or the brightest light of day, our spirits glow with uncanny radiance. The sun, the moon, and all the stars in heaven don’t stand a chance. Together, we create our own celestial brilliance. Where others burn out, we burn brighter.

The first kiss was the catalyst. The afterglow is the bonus. It isn’t the primary goal we seek, but it’s a welcome byproduct. It is the clearest possible sign that we made our love the right way. We worked hard in all the right ways for all the right reasons. Our bodies and souls moved together in synch, exerting the energy of our passion and evoking the breadth of our feelings.

From one touch, it became an gesture.

From one feeling, it became a connection.

From one act, it became an experience.

Like a ripple that became a wave, it grew to great heights and impacted greater depths. It consumed us and we embraced it. We ascended to great peaks and descended into great valleys. The line between exhilaration and contentment blur. Uncertainty disappears and complications melt away. From a moment of loud proclamations to one of quiet peace, one constant unites it all.

We’ve made our love.

We’ve expressed our passions.

We’ve united our flesh.

The spark that ignited our world now burns steadily. In the gentle glow of our bodies and souls, we are complete and then some.

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Daily Sexy Musings: Hot and Sweaty

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When it comes to sex appeal, sweat is one of those things that can either enhance or undermine it. As someone who works out regularly, I’m very familiar with both. I can personally attest to the differences.

After a good workout, sweat gives your sex appeal an extra glow. After a long round of heavy toil, it just makes you disheveled and smelly. There may very well be a fundamental difference a chemical and psychological level, one that informs our libido that this type of sweat is conducive to passionate lovemaking. I don’t know for sure, but this daily sexy musing focuses on the sexier, steamier side of sweat. Enjoy!

I stand before you, dripping with sweat and utterly disheveled. My clothes are dirty, my hair is a mess, and my skin feels wet and clammy. It’s like nature dumped a bucket of salty water over me, washing away the aesthetics of civilization.

As I look at you, I reveal my least organized self. I appear as I would in nature, my primal self with every flaw and cut exposed in full. I cannot hide the odor. I cannot conceal the dirt and grime.

My breathing is ragged.

My muscles burn from strain and strife.

My skin glistens from a thick layer of sweat.

I feel the dirt cling to me, as if to keep me from brushing it away in your presence. It’s like the world won’t let me escape your scrutiny. My beauty and ugliness are there for you to take in. Does it offend you? Does it affect our love?

Then, I see you smile. Like a beam of light piercing the clouds, it gives me new energy. You walk over and embrace me, not all dissuaded by the sweat. If anything, it acts as a catalyst. Suddenly, our love burns even brighter.

You kiss me.

You touch me.

You let my sweat graze your flesh.

In that moment, you join me in my primal state. Every touch becomes raw, unfiltered, and untamed. There’s no formality or etiquette. There’s only a strong, burning desire to mix your sweat with mine. The rigor isn’t done. It’s only beginning.

My dirty clothes come off. Your clean clothes follow. They end up in the same pile, but that doesn’t bother us. The sweat and grime remain on my sticky skin, but that doesn’t bother us. It only energizes us. I want you to feel my dirty flesh. You want to feel it, too. The only thing stopping us is time and space.

We don’t bother with beds or furniture. Any hard surface will do. Like a catalyst, the sweat helps our skin glide together. It’s so smooth, every sinew effortlessly gliding together. Before long, your sweat mixes with mine.

From our love, we share in a new rigor.

From that rigor, we create a new heat.

From that heat, our passions taking form and substance.

It started with sweat. It ended with even more. Together, we’re both so disheveled. From the heat and the rigor, we literally forged our love. Dirty and exhausted, we get the job done.

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Daily Sexy Musings: Quiet Moments

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Let’s face it. We live in a noisy, chaotic world. You don’t have to go very far to find yourself surrounded by the commotion of cars, winds, people, dogs, and any number of random rackets. It’s just an inescapable part of life. Wherever you go, there’s going to be noise. That makes opportunities for quiet moments few and far between.

That also makes those moments incredibly precious. We all need a moment of quiet every now and then, even if it takes some extra effort. Those moments can be especially powerful when you have someone to share them with. In my experience, the best couples are the ones who can handle comfortable silence. For them, a quiet moment is almost as intimate as making love.

This is a musing on the power of those moments. They may not be as sexy, but they certainly powerful and don’t result in messy bed sheets. Enjoy!

Finally, we get away. Work, bills, chores, and errands are behind us or set aside. For once, our ears stop ringing. At least, we can stop processing everything coming at us and just live.

We take a deep breath.

We sit down next to each other.

We hear only short breaths and long sighs.

The air is still. Our hearts beat steadily. There’s nothing to keep up with. There’s nothing to run towards. There’s just us, together in a peaceful moment, enjoying every moment we have together.

There’s no uncertainty, obstacle, or labor. We already overcame that. We spent so much time and energy coming together. Why should just being together require much more? We’ve made our case. We’ve proven ourselves. You know I love you. I know you love me. Does it have to be a spectacle?

There’s a time and a place for all things loud and festive. This is not one of them. For now, it’s just us. We’re together. We don’t have to jump through hoops. We don’t have to strive or struggle. We can just be.

Sitting with you, my arms around you and your arms around me, we don’t need to say a word. We don’t need to make a noise. Everything we need to say has been said. Every act that needs to be done has been done. An affectionate glance, a warm smile, and a simple gesture is all that’s necessary.

Every touch tells a million tales. Every kiss evokes countless emotions, past and present. In serene, peaceful silence, we remember every one of them. They play out in our minds, but they all converge in the present. In that moment, our love takes its most basic form.

We need not make a sound.

We need not say a word

We need not break a sweat.

The only thing we truly need is each other and a quiet place. Whether it’s in a room or in the middle of a forest, we have everything necessary to share in the moment. We can be fully clothed or completely naked. It makes no difference. We’re together. We’re at peace.

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