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…


Room Service

I haven’t bothered unpacking anything for the week, too anxious for your arrival.  I check my hair in the mirror, strike a pose and laugh at myself.  Need music to calm down a bit.  The clock radio will have to do.

…knock, knock, knock…

I check the peephole to see room service with an armful of flowers.  I open the door and the woman sets them in front of the mirror.  She hands me the card.

These won’t smell as sweet as you…

I bury my nose in the blood-red roses.  Intoxicating, but not as much as your cologne.  I take the letter you sent me from my bag just to smell it again, every word memorized.

…knock, knock, knock…

I check the door.  Room service again.  A young man this time carrying a basket with Canadian beer, bottled water, snack food.  He hands me a card and leaves.

Something for later.  Can’t wait to taste you…

My pulse races at the thought.  We’ve spent weeks planning this trip, anticipation killing us both.  I fight the urge to call you, ask how close you are.

…knock, knock, knock…

Once more to the door.  Bright eyes smiling back at me.  I try not to rip the door off its hinges as I open it and smile back.  I let you in, watch you drop your bag next to mine.  I’m leaning back against the door just enjoying the sight of you.

You look up to see me watching, walk back to me, stop just shy of touching.  I’m surprised sparks are not flying in the small space between us.  Just when the air gets too thick to breathe I grab the front of your shirt and pull you into me.

The first kiss is always the hungriest, lips and tongues fighting for more contact.  Your arms wrap around me, pulling me closer, tracing every curve.  I can feel your heart racing, hear your sigh as I run my hands over your beard.  You move your kisses to my neck, making me shiver, wanting skin.  You raise your head and we both take a deep breath.

Hello there…

Road Trip

“When will you be here?”


Traffic will slow you down but I know you’re coming to me.  I still have time for a soak in the tub, vanilla and lavender to scent the room.  I’ll be buried in bubbles when you come in.  The thought of your kiss is enough to make me ache.  Steam starts to fill the room as I trail my hands where I want your lips.  I slide into the water wishing you were sliding into me already, your hands tracing every curve.  I dial your number one last time.


Play Date

Steam fills the room carrying the scent of lavender.  We face each other surrounded by a thick layer of bubbles.  Your hand dips below the water to wrap around my calf, stroking down to my ankle then back up… higher and higher.  I sink into the water to get closer to you.  My own hands drawing patterns in the bubbles.  We’re both very relaxed in the tub, but your hands and the silky feel of your skin are building more tension.

We should both sleep well tonight.  Play dates can be so exhausting…

Right Now

Do you settle? Are you willing to take what you can get just because it’s convenient?  Because it’s available?

Granted there are times when the need just needs to be satisfied.  Does it make you less of a person because you find a way to satisfy that need? No.  But the way you get that fix can be very important.

Don’t settle for what’s willing.  Don’t settle for Right Now.  If Today and many Tomorrows are what you want, then don’t stop looking until you find it.  Or until it finds you.