Lights On

November 7, 2015

Lights On

It was a habit. She’d never considered it before.
“Why? I don’t know. Because if I leave it on you’ll see all my pudgy bits. And I don’t like the thought of all that squishy flesh in the light.”
“But I love all your bits, and I don’t think you’re pudgy. Anyway, if things aren’t squishing, you’re not doing it right.”
“I don’t think I could relax.”
His grin was very wide. “Oh, I can make you relax.”
“I don’t know…”
“Leave the light on. I want to see all of you.” He grinned again, “Please?”
Reluctantly, she moved from the switch. She stood there, reluctant, uncertain. He was already naked and he moved toward her like a predator.
“Relax, it’s okay. Just try it.”
She smiled, “You know you’re the first man I’ve ever met who would care. Why do you care?”
“I don’t want you to be ashamed of all this glorious beauty. This supple flesh, this BOUNTY!” He pulled her dress up over her head and fell to his knees, hugging her at the waist and pulling her into him. “Mmmm. This, I love it. Give me more.”
She laughed, uncomfortable. “Seriously, you like my pudge?”
He looked up at her, soulful, eyes already dilated with desire. “You are not pudgy, you are goddess-shaped. I love goddesses.” He pulled himself up until he was standing before her again, his arousal evident. She laughed.
“You won’t even let me hate myself? Didn’t you realize hating our bodies is the national pastime for women? It’s practically a religion! Trainers at the gym are their evangelists! Seriously?”
“Come with me, woman, I want to worship you.” He led her to the bed and lay her down. “I am going to make you weep with joy, gorgeous, so put your tray tables in their fixed and upright position and fasten your seatbelt. This is going to be the best ride of your life.”
And it was.


December 27, 2013


Eyes closed
waiting for you.
You take your time
knowing how intense
it feels when you tease.

I can’t move,
the softest of shackles
hold me, yet I cannot
but help
just a little.

I hear you move
the last of your clothing
and something else;
a chuckle
that sends a shiver
through me.

A match strike,
the sulphurous scent
mingles with the candle’s

I hear a drip of water
and wonder what it will be:

I can hardly wait.


September 4, 2013


You can see it
when you touch me
and it steals my breath.
I know you see
because when I gasp
you quickly look to see
if you’ve hurt me somehow,
but you’ve not,
your touch has merely

And with that touch
of flame
the heat spreads
at an alarming rate
my knees grow weak
my heart is racing
my eyelids flutter
and I relax
in your grasp:
to do with
as you





July 24, 2013


Overhead, the lightning flashes,
the rumble sounds in seconds,
and I feel the rain begin to patter
on the tent.

I wish that you were

And as I close my eyes,
reality and dreams blend
and I find you are somehow here
with me on this thin mattress.

You are delighted that I waited for you.
You run your hand up my thigh
and into the secret places reserved
for you alone.

We kiss and explore as the rain
begins to come down harder,
and passion and nature
join together just as we
become one.

When lightning strikes,
you delve deep
and with the thunder,
I respond,
my cries drowned out
by the blasts of sound
nature provides.

The storm goes on
and we grapple, slick with sweat,
entwined and loving hard
at last
we climax
with the storm
and lie panting
as the thunder grows distant,
and our hearts slow.





November 8, 2012


feeling heat
turning inside me
making me yearn for your kisses,
your touch, your renewed desire for me, only me
and it awakens my longing for you, only you,
makes me writhe, surrender to you
knowing as I do
fire burns

Something to Keep in Mind

November 3, 2012

Now this is something really sexy…

“It’s beautiful when you find someone that is in love with your mind. Someone that wants to undress your conscience and make love to your thoughts. Someone that wants to watch you slowly take down all the walls you’ve built up around your mind and let them inside.”


October 26, 2012


slow and steady,
eyes slightly dilated
in anticipation.

And then I see you
I smell your scent
nostrils flare
heart speeds up
lips curve in a

Your kiss is

Your hands
know where to go.

You caress me
in a way, familiar
yet always new,
and so I always
melt again,
into your touch,
parts of me liquid
and craving
and ready.

My breath is faster now.
And as we undress,
wildly and frantic
for more
we lose ourselves
in this moment of

Our breaths
are quicker now
as we finally
in that essential way.

I want to scream
with the pleasure of it
and so I do.

And so do you.

And it pushes us on,
your mutual pleasure
giving me more,
mine inspiring you,

which is why it is called

And when our climax
(and comes)
(and comes)
in an echoing
our breathing is more
like gasping
staccato notes
with mono-syllabic
phrases that make little
but communicate

And hearts still pounding
as our sweat-slicked skin
melts into a puddled
of well-warmed
our breathing slows,
with the

A Little Subtlety

October 23, 2012

Welcome to my blog. I decided there is a dearth of saucy, sexy, romantic poetry and prose out in the world, at least, something better-written than some of the popular fiction that the masses have devoured. (Romance and stalking are not the same thing, people.) And while it’s good that people read, perhaps it’s time to educate the palate a little.

There is a big difference between erotica and smut, and I thought that perhaps I can help. I will post the best of what I find or write, and soon, perhaps my gentle readers will understand that porn and erotica are totally different. With erotica, the senses come alive with delicious possibility and it is much different than the “in-your-face” approach much of the stuff out there.

This site is for people who want to read erotica, and read it aloud to their love and have it read to them to set the mood, or to enjoy alone.

A little subtlety really is a good thing.

Let’s heat things up