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…


Get ready

Steam fills the bathroom. I’m getting ready even though you won’t be here til morning. A close trim, shave the legs, sexy scented soap. Lotion to match once I get out. I’ll probably get turned on rubbing the scent you like all over my skin. Imagining your hands on me, followed by your lips and tongue. I’ll have to touch, pretend you’re watching…listening to me moan your name.  Are you ready…

Just relax…

You lean closer, catching my lips with your kiss.  Our tongues mimic the motion of our hips.  Water spills over the sides of the hot tub as you slide back into me.  I’m trying to hold us both steady while your hands roam over me, teasing, adding to the heat.  More bubbles splash to the deck with each thrust.   You reach for my hands, pulling them above my head, and push as deep as you can go…




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…


Sweet Emotion

It’s not always about the heat.  Sometimes what builds the heat is more important.  Slow kisses that go nowhere.  Soft touches just because you’re within reach.  A look from across the room to remind you that I’m still here.  It’s good to keep the spark alive. You gotta have that spark if you want to make steam…