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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: Well-Dressed Men

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You can tell a lot about a man by how he dresses. Say what you will about someone who wears fancy clothes and buys overpriced hair care products. A man who puts genuine effort into how they look says they value the image they present. It’s not always out of pure vanity. When done right, a well-dressed man can have genuine appeal, including the sexy kind.

I can safely say that I feel genuinely sexy as a man when I put on one of my suits. It’s not just that the suit costs more than discount T-shirts from Wal-Mart. It gives me a sense of confidence and worth. I worked on myself and a nice suit helps put it all on display. The following Daily Sexy Musing is my way of giving that unique feeling some substance to go with the style. Enjoy!

I stand in front of the mirror, wearing a freshly-ironed shirt, a perfectly-tailored pair of slacks, and an imported silk tie that was grossly overpriced. I don’t mind, though. I put it on with pride, smiling to myself as I smooth it out and fix every wrinkle. Then, I put on my blazer and button it up.

It marks the end of a masculine metamorphosis. I’m no longer the man who groaned restlessly as he got out of bed. Now, I’m a man ready to take on the world and look good doing it. Everything about me feels more refined. My poise, my demeanor, and my attitude are heightened. There’s nothing I can’t achieve.

I turn around and see you standing in the door. You look at me the same way you look at a beautiful sunset. You’ve seen me at my best and at my worst. You’ve seen me naked and wearing clothes so cheap they barely qualify as rags. However, in that moment, I become something greater in your eyes.

I am a man of confidence, determined and driven.

I am a man of worth, having strived and earned.

I am a man of grit, willing to work and achieve.

You walk over to me. You place your arms around my neck. You feel the fancy fabrics now covering my body. It may only be the shell, but it makes everything within shine brighter. I feel your admiration in every glance. As I take in your touch, I sense more than admiration.

In these clothes, overpriced they may be, you don’t just see the man I am. You see the man I strive to be. Through what I ware, I say to you that I want to be more. I seek to be a man that others respect. More importantly, I seek to be a man you desire. With every admiring glance, I know I’m succeeding.

I can tell you want me.

I can tell you love me.

I can tell you feel my love.

As I hold you, the fancy fabrics cling to my skin. From a rough-cut diamond to a polished gem, I am the best man I can be for you. It’s enough to make you want to tear my suit off and show why you’re the best lover a man could hope for. I know you want to. I feel it as your hands tremble.

I share your want, but I cannot forget. There is work to be done. I let you admire me as long as you need to. I then whisper into your ear a tantalizing preview of what awaits us tonight. Your smile widens and your face blushes. I’ve just given us both something to anticipate.

I put this suit on with goals in mind and determination in heart. You give me a reason to wear it with pride and honor. Now, I look forward to the moment when you help me take it off.

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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: Tempting And Teasing

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There are people who genuinely like to tease or be teased. I know some of these people. There’s nothing wrong with them. They enjoy playing sexy games. They find it challenging and engaging. To them, jumping through all those hoops makes the end result more worthwhile. Whether it takes the form of heated lovemaking or just a good fuck, it gives meaning to their efforts.

Personally, I don’t care much for that level of teasing. Don’t get me wrong. I appreciate it to some extent, but I’ve always been more overt when it comes to my personal life. That works for me. Even so, I’ve seen elaborate teasing work just as well for others. Some have been married for years and still act like horny teenagers. This latest Daily Sexy Musing is a celebration for them. Enjoy!

I sneak my hand around your waist. I hold you a little closer. Through a simple twitch of my fingers, I make clear what I desire. My clothes are already itchy. My pants are already tight. I’m undressing you with my eyes, but I’d rather undress you literally.

Then, you look at me. You just smile with that loving, yet naughty glint in your eye. You don’t need me to say it out loud. You already know. With a simple twitch of your lips, I know you want it too. I’m ready. You’re ready. Why are we still fully clothes?

However, you don’t give the word. You don’t send those clear signals I know so well. Instead, you divert your gaze. I can tell you’re still smiling. I know you still want it. You’re just not making it easy on me. You’re making me work for it. Already, I know what this is.

You’re teasing me.

You’re tempting me.

You’re daring me to prove how much I want you.

My pants get tighter. My clothes get itchier. I long to feel your naked skin against mine. I’m willing to work for it. I know you’re worth it. Your love, your heart, and your sex are just so worth it. You want to tempt me? Go right ahead. Intensify my desire at your own risk.

I make my next move. I lean in and kiss your neck. I’m subtle and gentle. I let you know I’m willing to be patient. I can tempt you as much as you tempt me. Can you handle it? Do you really want to play that game? I love you too much and know you too well. As of now, the game is on.

I keep kissing you. I trail my fingers around your waist, down your face, and over your every sinew. I know all the ways you like to be touched. Even through your clothes, I can reach you. I can get to those places that get your heart racing and your blood flowing. You try to hide it, but you don’t dare try too hard.

Before long, your breath is short. Your heart is racing. I lean in closer, letting you feel mine as well. Everything slows down. Every gesture becomes more intense. Every emotion becomes heightened. I hold you closer and you finally respond, but only with more teasing.

For every gesture I offer, you respond with your own.

For every gasp I evoke, you evoke one too.

For every amorous glance, you gaze right back.

It’s no longer one-sided. You tempted me and now I’m tempting you. Neither one of us dares to give in. It’s a test of will and restraint. How long are we willing to endure? Just how badly do we want each other after so much temptation?

Like a barometer of our passion, we exceed basic yearning and enter uncharted territory. Here, the depths of our love become tangible. The extent of our desire becomes vast. I feel it and so do you. We really are this willing to endure. More importantly, we’re willing to endure together.

At that moment, the proverbial dam breaks. Finally, we give in. Touching turns to caressing. In a flash, our clothes come off and our bodies become entwined. Every sensation gains greater meaning. Every feeling gains greater depth.

We played the same game.

We endured the same temptation.

In the end, we share in the same ecstasy.

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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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Daily Sexy Musings Good Meals And Great Loving

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The following is a sexy musing that combine two essential life functions, namely sex and eating. I don’t mean that in a kinky sort of way, though. Again, I prefer to save those kinds of kinks for my sexy short stories. In this case, I want to ponder the unspoken, but unavoidable link between a good meal and great lovemaking.

That link is certainly there. Nobody couple has ever had consistently great sex on an empty stomach. It’s simple physics. Sex and love require energy. We get our energy from food. To have great sex and make beautiful love, we need food. Moreover, we need good food. It shouldn’t take much convincing, but maybe this musing will help. Enjoy!

We sit across from each other, breathless and restless. We haven’t even touched, but we feel the energy surging through us. In our stomachs, a world of tastes and treats converge within us, providing a potent blend of sustenance and contentment. The appetizers, the main course, and the desert all linger in our mouths. We can still taste it, but we’re hungry for more.

We look at each other. One critical need has been filled. Our hunger has been satiated, the precious nutrients delivered into our bodies. It didn’t have to be elaborate, but it was. We put out candles, played music, and dressed formally. We choose meals not based on how much they fill our stomachs, but on how much they satisfy.

That needlessly elaborate process still succeeded in one critical way. It filled a need. By filling that need, we have the energy and strength to fill enough. That much energy cannot just remain in our stomachs. Survival for another day cannot be the only goal. After all, what good is surviving if we don’t live?

To live, we must act.

To act, we must connect.

To connect, we must make the effort.

That feeling of fullness pleases our stomachs, but leaves other parts of the body wanting. Our hearts ache, like dry valley tapping into a fresh reservoir. Our brain tells us we’re safe from hunger, but deficient in desire. Our genitals tell us the energy is there. We need only tap it.

We are content, but not satisfied.

We are fulfilled, but not elated.

As we digest our meal, we come to an inescapable realization. We are not content with mere contentment. We seek something greater. Comfort, alone, is not enough. We seek ecstasy.

It’s on both our minds. We can taste it as much as we can still taste our last bite. The meal is done. It is a good meal, giving us the energy for greater endeavors. As we look at one another, we feel that energy drawing us towards one unique effort. A good meal is no longer the precursor. It is the catalyst to something greater.

We reach across the table. Our hands touch and the signal is sent. Need gives way to want. From want, we grow bolder. We leave the table and rush to the nearest bed. Tonight, we dare go beyond survival. Alone, we can see the next sunrise. Together, we can make it meaningful.

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