the elevator

Every day begins the same; his scent, lightly musky, a little spicy, filling my senses. Watching the short hairs at the nape of his neck start to curl when it’s humid outside. We share the elevator together every single morning, and for those ten minutes I can let my fantasies run free.

Every day begins the same; his scent, lightly musky, a little spicy, filling my senses. Watching the short hairs at the nape of his neck start to curl when it’s humid outside.
We share the elevator together every single morning, and for those ten minutes I can let my fantasies run free.
I don’t know when it started, exactly, or when I became aware that he was my faithful companion on these interminable trips in the elevator. It began like the faint scent he wears, a tickling around the senses, so vague you’re unsure whether you smell it at all or if it’s just a phantom.

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the clitoris

I ran across this passage in a women’s erotica book I purchased recently: “Sacred and magical little organ! Praise be to it, she thought. Temples should be built in its honour, ceremonies inaugurated. There was no other part of the human body fashioned exclusively for enjoyment. Only the vibrant clitoris, instantly responsive to stimulation.”

I ran across this passage in a women’s erotica book I purchased recently:
“Sacred and magical little organ! Praise be to it, she thought. Temples should be built in its honour, ceremonies inaugurated. For centuries the phallus has been revered, worshipped, fashioned into icons – obelisks, standing stones, all representing the male member. But now it was time the clitoris took precedence – that febrile bundle of nerve endings designed for satisfaction. There was no other part of the human body fashioned exclusively for enjoyment. Only the vibrant clitoris, instantly responsive to stimulation. By comparison the penis was a dull, cloddish thing. No wonder man feared woman, and had done their best to ignore or denigrate her pleasure zone. ”(1)
I didn’t agree with it completely, but every sentence intrigued me whether I agreed or not. What a fascinatingly new way to look at the clitoris, which – for all its undeniable pleasure – has been overlooked time and again throughout history.

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erotic dream: 2

In my dream, we were alone. It was late at night, and a lone car remained in the parking garage. It was deadly quiet, and our conversation had lulled into silence. I had no idea why you’d grown quiet, but I knew all too well why I had. My imagination was running wild again, and it made me ache and shake a little as I looked at you.

In my dream, we were alone.
It was late at night, and a lone car remained in the parking garage. It was deadly quiet, and our conversation had lulled into silence. I had no idea why you’d grown quiet, but I knew all too well why I had. My imagination was running wild again, and it made me ache and shake a little as I looked at you.
You murmured something again, one of those comments that teased and promised but never quite delivered.
My thighs were damp underneath my skirt.

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what you don’t know about me

You know that I dream of sliding your cock between my lips. Giving pleasure to my lover is something that transcends arousal, for me – it’s everything. There is nothing more erotic, more satisfying, more unbelievable than giving untold pleasure to your partner and watch the pleasure ride them until everything breaks loose and they jump and shudder and moan.

You know that I dream of sliding your cock between my lips. Giving pleasure to my lover is something that transcends arousal, for me – it’s everything. There is nothing more erotic, more satisfying, more unbelievable than giving untold pleasure to your partner and watch the pleasure ride them until everything breaks loose and they jump and shudder and moan.
You know that I like to be noisy – again, I’ve always found it to be a powerful aphrodisiac both for my lovers and for me, as well. Being noisy lets your partner know how well you’re enjoying their hands, their tongue, their cock…. or any other body part, for that matter. And to me, sound is an important element in the act of lovemaking – sex is never better than when it involves all the senses fully. The taste of sweat on your lover’s shoulder, the musky smell in the crease where hip meets thigh, the feel of hard muscle, soft skin and crisp hair, the look in your partner’s eyes as they feel pleasure, and the moans and gasps of sex all combine into a delicious cornucopia that is veritable feast for the senses.

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erotic dream: 1

In my dream, you stood in front of a mirror.You were shirtless, in jeans only as you stood before the full-length mirror. The hair on your chest called to me as I coveted you with my eyes. Your hair grew thicker as it arrowed towards the fly of your jeans, beckoning my eyes, my hands to follow and explore.

In my dream, you stood in front of a mirror.
You were shirtless, in jeans only as you stood before the full-length mirror. The hair on your chest called to me as I coveted you with my eyes. Your hair grew thicker as it arrowed towards the fly of your jeans, beckoning my eyes, my hands to follow and explore.
My heart began to pound as I stepped behind you and met your eyes in the mirror. I put all the desire and heat and need I was feeling into my eyes; your look mirrored mine, and I felt my knees grow weak as I fell, trapped, into the depths of those dark eyes.

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being a tease

I’m not a tease, per se, but I do love teasing. A “tease” is someone who promises one thing but doesn’t deliver. Teasing, to me, just means building anticipation until its reaches a peak, then delivering on your promises. I think it’s a highly underrated sexual technique; it’s really an excellent method that travels well – meaning that if you’re in public, it’s still something you can do well with a big effect on your partner.

I’m not a tease, per se, but I do love teasing. A “tease” is someone who promises one thing but doesn’t deliver. Teasing, to me, just means building anticipation until its reaches a peak, then delivering on your promises. I think it’s a highly underrated sexual technique; it’s really an excellent method that “travels well” – meaning that if you’re in public, it’s still something you can do well with a big effect on your partner.
I like teasing to start in public with looks, comments, random touches that are still (somewhat) appropriate in public. This can go on for minutes or hours, depending on the mood of the participants, the public venue, and the person you’re teasing, of course.
But the real teasing can begin once a private or semi-private location is reached. We’re by nature sexual beings; it gives us the greatest pleasure our bodies can know. It’s a shame that in this fast-food world of NOW NOW NOW that we sometimes forget to slow down, draw it out, and let the anticipation build.

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the mystery of male arousal

I’ve often wondered how long a man, truly, can be aroused. As a woman, I know the time is long – I can be aroused for hours and hours, like a slow simmering pot. There doesn’t even have to be an orgasm near the end – so long as the arousal doesn’t reach that state of “critical mass”, it’s not a requirement to have an orgasm. Arousal, in and of itself, is a pleasurable state.

I’ve often wondered how long a man, truly, can be aroused. As a woman, I know the time is long – I can be aroused for hours and hours, like a slow simmering pot. There doesn’t even have to be an orgasm near the end – so long as the arousal doesn’t reach that state of “critical mass”, it’s not a requirement to have an orgasm. Arousal, in and of itself, is a pleasurable state.
But men are different. I’ve often wondered how long, realistically, a man could be aroused – if in fact they’re physiologically capable of a “slow simmer”. It’s a curiousity of mine that presents itself over and over in fantasy, since I don’t have a partner on which to test my curiousity. 🙂

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the subway

We were friends, business associates. Nothing more. I’d never thought of you this way before tonight. Suddenly, I couldn’t meet your eyes across the table and not think of you in this new, incredibly exciting way. I looked across the table at you and smiled to myself. You looked so stuffy. Your tie, perfectly knotted beneath your Adam’s apple, made my fingers itch to slide the silk bonds apart.

We were friends, business associates. Nothing more.
I’d never thought of you this way before tonight. Suddenly, I couldn’t meet your eyes across the table and not think of you in this new, incredibly exciting way.
I looked across the table at you and smiled to myself. You looked so stuffy. Your tie, perfectly knotted beneath your Adam’s apple, made my fingers itch to slide the silk bonds apart. Your shirt was smooth, white, perfectly pressed. All I could think about was tearing at those buttons and sliding my hands beneath, crisp hair and warm skin against my palms.

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the lovers, part two: payback

My heart was pounding in anticipation as I waited for you. It was only a matter of minutes until your arrival, and the night would begin. Lace tickled my nipples as I took a deep breath, arousing them and making me smile. Underneath my proper, businesslike dress there existed witchery in the form of black lace and little else.

My heart was pounding in anticipation as I waited for you. It was only a matter of minutes until your arrival, and the night would begin.
Lace tickled my nipples as I took a deep breath, arousing them and making me smile. Underneath my proper, businesslike dress there existed witchery in the form of black lace and little else. The black lace merrywidow I’d bought just for tonight lifted my breasts as it caressed them, the nipples nearly showing. It hugged my stomach and the very tops of my hips, hiding them beneath sexy black lace that fastened with a long series of hooks from my navel to my breastbone. The merrywidow connected with short, lacy straps to a pair of sheer black stockings. I smiled wickedly – I couldn’t wait to see the look on your face when you realized that between those garters lay nothing but neatly trimmed pussy, sans panties.
It was going to be a night to remember.

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the lovers, part one: the gift

Your voice came through the phone at me and touched me like a lover. “I’ve left something special for you in your desk drawer – a little gift.” I never intended to have an affair. It was never my intention at all. But here I was, a married woman, being unfaithful to my husband in spirit, at least. I couldn’t help it.

Your voice came through the phone at me and touched me like a lover. “I’ve left something special for you in your desk drawer – a little gift.”
I never intended to have an affair. It was never my intention at all. But here I was, a married woman, being unfaithful to my husband in spirit, at least. I couldn’t help it. Even being in the same room with you started a throbbing I could feel low in my body, a kind of pulsating ache that made me want to squirm and blush and… You’d always had this effect on me, but even more so in the past few months. And when you began to take notice of the things you do to me, you started responding. God. You started calling me at odd hours during the work day, murmuring dangerously sexy things in my ear, telling me just how many ways there were to touch a woman, and how many of them you imagined doing with me… There were days when I would soak my panties through just talking with you at work.
We hadn’t touched. Not yet. I didn’t know if I could handle the guilt. However, I was starting to wonder if I could handle the hot, wet feeling between my thighs for much longer, either.

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