Time – as the oft used cliché goes – flies.  Never more so than when recalling the thrills and ecstasy of an intense past love affair.  For receptiveness and sanity’s sake we usually train our minds to, over time, reduce the frequency with which they wander back to the details of past lovers.  Pining for the past is a folly neither useful nor attractive and as the grown adults we are… well, we set the folly aside and move on to new phases of our lives.

exquisite lovers

Some memories remain as vivid as the moment.

Yet still there will be those people, perhaps just one person, and experiences such that when we do remember them – allowed memory or not – the details and sense of them remains as vivid and intense as they were at the time of knowing.

I feel similarly about writing.  I have never been remotely prolific, but in this most recent phase of life writing creatively has become an activity as sporadic as the emergence of Mayfly, though less regularly timed.  So in remembering this certain woman and events about this time of year, remembering a particular birthday, this connection to writing seems appropriate.  You see much of my writing on this blog, I would say the best of it, was written for her and about her.  So today I’m writing again, remembering her, with a glint in my eye, a spring in my step and a gently wicked smile on my lips.

 

About This Time Of Year

About this time of year there are these thoughts, these images, scents and textures vividly re-conjured:  a silk soft, copper bright, vivacious red ringlet feathered across my skin; a flash of jade-green glinting wickedly at me as I press from above; a kiss, supple and sweet and laden with intent.

Lillies

A door was opened to see a treat of fantasy on that evening.  Nerves untold, perhaps shown, but none the less overcome with gusto, filled the room.  Flowers expected, but bold and beautiful enough to flicker a heartbeat or two, lay upon the large tautly made bed, cream and crimson.  Scents began to mingle.  Sharing in a champagne moment perhaps I glanced upon a furtive kiss and touch of exhibitionism.  As fingers played through hair and across skin, a dress unclasped and dropped to the floor, I sat captive in delight.  A touch and moan commanded from the bed, “Watch.”

While fingertips played and eyes tormented with immodest glee I yearned to be unclasped.  But more play was to be had.  With rising girth my eyes demanded the taste of where fingers travelled and caresses lay.  Two pairs of hands, two pairs of lips, nipples, necks, stomachs, thighs all attentively and knowingly teased.  The show was for me, but she imagine more than I could see, that flagrant daydream flooding her mind to peak.

“So cruel.” My lover signalled my release.  But first a straddled kiss to ensure I was ready.

For a moment my nerve faltered at the realisation of the dream.  With giggling lust she returned it to me, arms and legs grasping to a frolic.  Vibrant curls spread out across soft sheets her eyes an smile betrayed the potency of her excitement at my touch.  I would devour her.  Having learnt just a few of the secrets to her pleasure, with fingers, lips and tongue I danced and delved, not settling until her finger clawing cries at my shoulders, neck and head, subsided.

Then came our secret partner’s turn.  Blonde and slight with grace and beauty, we both enjoyed the forbidden unfamiliarity of her.  But my most carnal joy could not help but come from glazing upon my better known lover in her revelling.  Playfully precaution was rolled onto me.  Riding, rolling, turning from one’s dominance of excitement to the other’s.  The time in my mind is mingled, it’s length almost unfathomable to me now.  What stays vibrantly in memory are the looks, sounds, tastes, the grasping of thighs.  Most all of these images remain of her, my once upon a time redhead lover who played this fantasy for me on my birthday.

So about this time of year I forgive myself the indulgence of this ecstatic, perhaps dangerous memory.  For all that’s in my future, the knowledge of such experience might bring a little more ecstasy to lovers new.

 

The heiress I cannot forget - I'll always care for you Miss Laine.

Not quite her, incidentally.

Worn With Grace

May 27, 2013

Worn With Grace

A wanton smile,

A simple covering of lace,

A veil behind which,

Potent passions may be chased.

Barely covering,

All bared on face.

An intimate touch,

Salacious smile worn with grace.

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Pulling Close

August 29, 2012

Man pulling woman close in ecstasy

This is simple yet highly charged erotic piece today which in form falls somewhere between poetry and prose. I say this because I’ve allowed the rhythm and cadence of the writing to change throughout as I focused on descriptions of the sight and sensations experienced. It is essentially autobiographical, in that it describes one of my own sexual experiences that began with frustration on both sides, but through a combination fast acting on desire and an expression of strength and tenderness turned into an incredibly potent erotic event.

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Morning Heat

August 21, 2012

Hot couple waking in bed

Hi there, I’m having a little flurry of writing and recent creative inspiration at the moment. Continuing on from my new erotic poem ‘Brook’ posted earlier today this short story is a reworking of a previous work which I am able to post here for the first time. This is a highly erotically charged scene that revels in what can be one of the most delicious of intimate sexual experience – waking up to hot morning sex! I’ve tried to convey both tenderness and lascivious passion in a story that hinges around wonderfully sleepy closeness that comes from spooning sex. Sweet and hot! 😉

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Morning After

The bedroom had a hot clammy sticky air as I hazily opened my eyes. The heating had come on early that morning & the frosty February chill of the night before had clearly eased during the passage of night.  With bed sheets kicked down so far as to barely cover knees I twisted onto my side, my arm falling across the upturned hip of the soft, petite, naked woman’s body stretched out in front of me.

Talia – one of the most lively, bright, cheeky and libidinous girls I’ve ever met.  Her skin was radiating heat, soft and ever so slightly slicked with the perspiration of earlier exertions.  The scent of sex was in the air, a sweet musky remnant of our night before.   Read the rest of this entry »

Beautiful pale skinned lady with curly red hair

My story this week returned me to my characters of the Groom & the Heiress and a follow up to their first hot & wild lustful encounter. As with the first story this is told in the first person from the perspective of the Groom. Longing to be with his elusive and out of reach lover again he is driven to distraction by his desire. The Heiress, too, is driven to frustration as her desires conflict with her situation. One morning the Groom rides out into the country to try and escape his thoughts…

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Beautiful ornate full length mirror and stool

After a quiet week from me on the blogging front I thought I’d give you all another Six Sentence Sunday teaser from another seductive short story I’ve been working on. ‘Mirror On The Wall’ is a tale of an elicit meeting as a young woman arrives at 5-star hotel room with very specific instructions.

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The beautiful red-haired Heiress

Today I thought I’d participate in ‘Six Sentence Sunday’ to give you all a taster of a new erotic short story I’ve been working on. The story is a follow up to a very popular previous post of mine, The Groom & The Heiress in which a male protagonist, working one hot summer in the stables of an English country Manor House, tells of a wild passionate encounter with the beautiful young heiress to the estate. These six sentences form part of the story of their second encounter. I hope they whet your appetite for the rest of the story which will be available next month. Read the rest of this entry »

Plum Good

August 11, 2011

Embrace the moment - woman on man

It’s that time of the week again and this week’s prompt for the Wank Wednesday festival of smut is ‘PLUM’. Accordingly this is a juicy, sweet & tangy erotic scene which begins with dark-haired Nicole carefully applying all her senses to pick the sweetest ripest juiciest fruit she desires.

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Once A Dryad Came

July 15, 2011

I’ve been interested in the idea of writing an erotic story with an element of mythical fantasy for a while now. The notion of mythical beings and worlds allow the imagination to escape into new realm of exciting possibilities. It’s no coincidence that plenty of erotic writing has brought in fantasy creatures such as Vampires because of the extra dimension of sensuality and even mortal danger such creatures can bring to the story.

Statue of a Dryad

I became very interested in other kinds of mythical creatures, specifically Dryades from ancient Greek mythology. In these old masterworks of story telling Dryades, or Nymphs are creatures bound to nature, lesser than the gods and goddesses but often assisters in their power struggles and games with mortals. There are always female and possess a potent sensuality and sexual prowess. They are considered creatures for mortals to be wary of for this reason. This is what attracted me to them as creatures for a modern erotic tale. So this is my first piece of writing about a Dryad – a woodland nymph named Daphne – a voyeuristic teasing tale as a precursor to a full length erotic novella. Lachlan goes in search of something in the forest, where he suddenly sees a beautiful and exotic ‘woman’ emerge and begin to bathe…

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Je t’Adore Miss

July 5, 2011

Nail scratching back

It’s weekly festival of smut time again with another contribution to The Erotic Notebook. Je t’Adore Miss plays on the duality of meaning of the French phrase, being either “I like you” or “I adore you” – much like the uncertain feelings of a burgeoning desire for someone – and of “Miss” possibly referring to both a lady’s title and the emotion of longing in their absence.

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