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Daily Sexy Musing: Love On A Chilly Day

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I’m not a fan of bitter cold weather. Any kind of weather that causes genitals to shrivel is not appealing in my book. I prefer weather that renders clothing optional and flip-flops the only necessary footwear. Having lived through one too many blizzards, I have every intention of retiring to a tropical climate after I sell enough novels.

That said, I don’t deny that cold weather can facilitate certain sexy activities. When it gets cold outside, we naturally seek out any source of warmth. Some are left with blankets and extra layers of clothes. Others are lucky enough to have a lover to keep them warm. It’s that kind of warmth that brings out the sexier side of the weather.

With the holidays upon us and plenty of cold days ahead of us, this is as good a time as any to start enjoying those intimate moments that chilly weather makes possible. Get some blankets, pour some hot cocoa, and cuddle up on the couch because it’s going to be a long winter. That doesn’t mean it can’t be sexy and I hope this Daily Sexy Musing can help provide a spark. Enjoy!

The sun is out, but its heat can’t find us. Cold air subsumes the light, spreading harsh cold in every direction. Gone are the days when little thought or clothing was necessary to venture outside. The leaves and flowers have withered, having succumbed to the changing seasons. We remain, but we intend to endure.

We close the windows.

We lock the doors.

We keep plenty of blankets at arm’s reach.

Even with preparation, mere shelter is not enough. To endure the cold is one thing. To prosper within it is quite another. Alone, we can only do so much. Together, we can defeat this seasonal foe.

We’re done longing for the hot summer days when a quiet moment took little effort. The crisp frost has already descended upon us. Snow will soon follow. Short days and long nights await us, but we’re ready. The season will not be our burden. Instead, it will be our strength.

Rather than curse the season, we celebrate.

Rather than lament the past, we forge the future.

Rather than mourn the burden, we embrace the challenge.

I grab some blankets. You grab some cocoa. Together, we make our way to the couch. We slip under the covers and embrace. Our touch provides a spark. Body heat compounds body heat. I warm you up. You warm me. From soothing warmth, a new heat emerges.

Touching becomes caressing.

Soothing becomes seduction.

Cuddling becomes foreplay.

A new energy finds us and a new lust guides us. No longer an obstacle, the cold becomes a catalyst. Rather than hinder our passion, it enhances it. Sharing our love brings great comfort, but making love brings greater satisfaction.

In defiance of the weather, we shed our clothes and merge our flesh. Within our domain, we create our own season. It’s always warm, wet, and soothing. Even under the harshest winds, we work up a sweat of passion. The cold makes us work harder. More work emboldens our love. In the warmth of our shared passion, winter doesn’t stand a chance.

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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: Ode To Sexy Art

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Art is one of those eclectic concepts that means so many things. For one person, it’s the ugly finger-paintings kids do in pre-school. For another, it’s a sculpture of Elvis made out of Ramen noodles. When it comes to sexy art, however, the ideas are a bit more concise. Like any other kink, it’s one of those things you know when you feel.

I may not be able to draw worth a damn, but I know plenty about using artistic skills to capture elements of sex appeal. I do it in my novels and in my sexy short stories. I’ve always had a way with words, using them to convey all sorts of colorful ideas, especially the sexy kind. That skill is even responsible for some of the serious romantic relationships I’ve had in my life.

While I utilize the written word, others tap different skills. Some are much better at it than others. You don’t have to look far to find art with overtly sexual imagery or undertones. Sometimes, it’s barely distinguishable from porn. Other times, though, it can be sexy in a wholly unique way. That’s the kind of art that leaves a hell of an impression.

The following Daily Sexy Musing is a celebration of the sexy side of art and the wondrous effects it has on all of us. It’s not always enough to just see someone else naked and let that be the sole manifestation of sensual imagery. There’s plenty of room for creativity of all kinds. I intend to do my part and I trust plenty of other skilled artists out there to do the same. Enjoy!

The world outside our window is so static and cold, changing only with the time of day and the direction of the winds. It is untouched by imagination, governed by strict rules that can neither be bent nor broken. Lacking color and passion, there’s room for so much more. It’s up to us to forge it.

I am your artist.

You are my canvas.

Our passion is the inspiration.

From it, imagination both loving and lurid roams free.

We coordinate in a process, one that requires tools and mediums to make our vision real. We assemble them in once place. On their own, they are nothing more than means to an end. As artists, we can control both.

Our minds explore boundless possibilities. From that treasure trove of thought, one goal emerges. We must turn our love from a powerful feeling into something tangible. Whether it’s a picture, a sculpture, or a sequence of words, the immaterial essence that is our love must become real. That, we believe, is art worth treasuring.

Maybe it’s a portrait, one that depicts our bodies entwined.

Maybe it’s a poem, one that describes our love through a tapestry of words.

Maybe it’s a symbol, one that we make our own and share with a passionless world.

There are so many choices, but only a few are fit for creation. Just thinking about it feels like an arduous journey in which the end is our own to forge. It’s overwhelming, but exciting. We don’t know where to begin or where it will end. That doesn’t matter, though. All that matters is the passion put into it.

From the whims of emotion and imagination, we decide on our path. In our minds, the perfect manifestation of our love appears as clear as the morning sun. Every detail becomes clear. Thought becomes vision. All that remains is to make it real through an artist’s hands.

Together, we craft something that will transcend our bodies and minds.

Together, we create a masterpiece that perfectly captures our love.

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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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