Lunch Break

I’m at work when I hear your ringtone. You know I can’t play now. What are you up to? I have to wait until my break to check your message.

Oh, Goddess. You are a bad, bad man. My mouth goes dry as I listen. Every breathy word tells me what you want to do to me and what you’re doing at the thought of it. If only my break were long enough to call you back…


Where are you…

You’ve gotten quiet.  I miss our late-night conversations.  Hearing your voice.  Watching you smile.  But I know how to get your attention.

I’ll leave you a message.  Here, where I know you’ll see it.  I’ll tell you how I want you to kiss me, where I want you to touch me.  I’ll tell you how I ache for the feel of your skin, how I want you here with me right now.

I wonder where you’re off to.  I know, you won’t tell me.  You like to keep me guessing…

Pardon me…

“…I think I dropped something.”

I push against your hip so you turn toward me, leaning back against the counter.  My lips find the spot on your chest right in front of me and work their way down.  You’re hard by the time I wrap my hands around you…


I kiss my way up your chest, teasing your nipples.  Your hands are on my breasts, teasing mine.  I raise my hips enough to slide you inside me.  I put my hands over yours, holding them in place as I sit up and settle onto you.  You brace your arms as I push against you with each stroke.  I watch you while I twist my hips ever so slightly.  You’re breathing hard, almost ready.  I pick up speed and watch your eyes roll back.  My own release starts to ripple through me as you moan my name.  I feel your arms go slack and settle onto your chest.  Your lips find mine while the tremors fade.

Road Trip

We’ve talked about meeting for weeks.   The last few hours you’ve blown up my phone with all the things you want to do with me.  My replies have been just as steamy.  My phone chimes and I open your latest message.  A picture of what you’re doing, where you want my mouth, my hands…

The caption says “Call me.”  I dial your number.  You’re breathless when you answer.

“I need you now…”

“I can see that.”

I hear you groan as I purr in your ear.

“What would we do when I get there? Will you be shy? Or will you be hard and ready?”

You groan again.

“Do you want me to kiss you first or just start stroking your-”

I hear you start cussing about the door.  Your voice gets louder.  I’m still holding the phone to my ear when you pull the door open.

“Why don’t you let me finish that for you?”

Moaning Monday…

I beat you to the shower this morning.  I can still hear you whistling under the spray of water.  I stretch out across the corner of the bed, my legs open just enough to air dry anything that my towel missed.  I close my eyes for just another minute before duty calls.

Contact wakes me.  I didn’t feel your weight as you leaned over me.  Just the flick of your tongue against my lips.  Pushing them open, tasting, teasing.  I reach down to run my hands through your hair, pull your mouth closer to me.  I love Mondays….


They say a picture is worth a thousand words.  And let’s face it, as much as we like to say we don’t judge people based on how they look, we do.

So what is sexy?  Can you define it in so many words?  Do you know it when you see it?  A lot of different things can make a person sexy.  Their actual physical appearance, their clothes, attitude.  Sometimes it’s just a name, or their accent.  Intelligence can be very sexy.  So can strength when it’s not being misused.

In our modern age the media likes to tell us what we are supposed to think is sexy.  Now admittedly, the nation I call home does have issues with weight.  But nobody has gotten it right in a long long time.  Back when choosing a mate made a difference on how well fed you were, you wanted someone who looked well fed and strong enough to keep you fed, too.

Me and my gym trainer are the only ones who know the number on my own scale.  The number itself is not as important as the state of my health and mental health.  Not all skinny people are happy.  Neither are all pretty people.  And not all fat people are jolly.

As you start your week, take a look in the mirror and find something you truly love about yourself.  Celebrate it.  Appreciate it.  Then go out and do the same for someone else.  What you project is what you get back from other people.  Like ripples on a pond.  Sexy is as sexy does…