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Glinting Like Gems

Why let the celebration of love, sensuality, and steaminess end when Valentine's Day is over? Let's keep it going for a few more days!

Actually, I'll keep it going on my blog much longer, but I just won't be posting every day. Please come on back and visit. And tell your friends!

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Glinting Like Gems

The glint in her
blue-hazel eyes

The shine of her
glossy deep red lipstick.

The sparkle of her
diamond earrings
I realize just now
that I gave her two
Valentine's Days ago.
(or was it three?)

All giving me
tiny flashes,
gemlike,
reflecting the
candle's dancing light.

Beautiful flashing gems
on a beautiful face,
whenever she tilts her head
a hundred flashes go off
like cameras of paparazzi
trying to capture this beauty,
but they'll never get her.

I'll be the one capturing her,
bringing her back home,
and my body will press on top
of hers on our bed,
moving inside her as we
moan with pleasure.

And I'll have to put a candle
on each nightstand,
those candles we bring out
only occasionally with
dinner at our place
(but we need to do that more)
and with the candles
flanking our bed,
I'll get to see the gems glinting
on her eyes,
her gorgeous red lips,
her earring gifts.

But I wonder
if I really capture her
in these moments,
or is it me that
she's captured?

Trifecta of Valentine's Gifts

Sexy saying: "Because he gives you red roses, chocolate, and cunnilingus all on one night." Please do share on Tumblr, Pinterest, and the like -- but please don't crop out the URL at the bottom.

Dripping Strawberry

Sexy saying: "When he raises a strawberry from the bowl of melted chocolate, the sauce dripping off the bright red juicy berry." Please do share in those shareable sites like Pinterest, just please don't crop out my blog's web address.

Chocolate Choice

Because

he doesn't

make her

choose

him or chocolate,

But instead

lets her have both

at the same time

As she watches

the dark chocolate

sauce drizzle

on his hard cock

and licks her lips.

Line of Chocolates

Sexy saying: "She takes the gift of chocolates and places them in a line from her collarbone, between her tits, and down her belly to her pussy." Feel free to share on Tumblr, Pinterest, where-ever, just please don't crop out the URL of my blog.

Rose Sliding Down

Sexy saying: "She lifts a red rose from the bouquet, touches the petals to her lips, and slides the soft flower down the front of her body." Share, share, share if you like, but please keep my blog's web address on the image.

Reaction to Lingerie

Sexy saying: "Because of his wide-eyed, slack-jawed face when he sees you wearing lingerie." Feel free to share on Pinterest, Tumblr, etc., but please leave my blog's URL in the image and don't crop it out.

Just Socks

A week until Valentine's Day! Let's crank it up a notch on my blog and post a bunch of sexy, steamy stuff as we get closer to this holiday of love. Some word art, some poems, some pin-ups, some cards, stuff like that.

First up is a story quickie, a bit of erotic fiction for you:

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Just Socks

"Just socks?" he asked.

"Yup," she said. "Just socks. The floor's chilly."

She crossed the room. Slender legs rising to her tight ass. Muscles working on her back. Her brown, wavy, long hair.

At the bottom of it all: socks. Black and gray argyle socks. She looked vulnerable and cold out there. Much different than the wonderful warmth of under the blankets. Their heat was trapped by several layers of blankets, topped by a supremely soft and thick comforter. Underneath was a warm oven. Much too warm to venture out in the chilliness. Even though the heat was on in this cabin within a wintry retreat, and low flames still danced in the fireplace, the rest of the room was surely chilly compared to the oven under the blankets.

"You certainly look cold," he said.

"Of course."

She bent down at the mini fridge. Bent down lower than was really needed. Showing off the beautiful curve of her ass. She stood up with the champagne bottle and filled her tall glass. Then went to the fireplace and stood facing him. Her full, gorgeously naked front. Her back to the dancing flames of the fireplace. She took a sip of the bubbly.

"It's kinda nice," she said. "Goosebumps popping up all over my skin. Nipples nice and hard" Her fingertip touched a nipple and rolled it slowly in a circle. "You're just gonna have to warm me up."

"I love the sound of that."

She took another sip. Her fingertip dipped into the champagne flute, touched the liquid, then touched her nipple. Did the same to her other nipple.

"Just adding a little flavor," she said.

"Mmm," he said. "Sounds wonderful."

She nodded, playing with her nipples for a minute with her eyes closed. Then back to the bed, setting the champagnes flute on the nightstand and slipping under the covers with her back to him. He slid right against her and discovered her warm ass and back. His cock nestled right between her butt cheeks. A warm, cozy embrace for his cock.

"Mmm," he purred. "That feels amazing. I thought I was supposed to warm you up, not the other way around." He hugged her with one arm over her, squeezing her body tightly, feeling the chilly front of her.

Her ass wiggled against him. "Never said I can't warm you up, too. Are you complaining?"

He laughed. "No way. It feels too fucking good." He gently squeezed her breast. "Just like these feel really fucking good. And I'm looking forward to tasting these." He gently rolled a nipple between his thumb and forefinger. "But not yet. Not with your ass so nice and warm."

"That's not the only thing that's nice and warm. That cock's pretty warm, too. And it's getting bigger. What's going on there?"

"It's all about you, babe. It's ready for round two."

"I love the sound of that," she said.

"Wasn't that my line?"

"Sure was. When you promised to warm me up."

"And it's a promise I'll deliver."

He lifted her leg a little and pushed his cock inside her pussy. A change from the warm cleft of her ass to the warm wetness of her vagina. She moaned as he slid into her, and his hand returned to her breasts.

"That's the best way to heat up that I can think of," she said in a low voice.

He moved softly, slowly, sliding in the warm glow of her pussy.  "Mm-hmm. But I need to taste that champagne on your tits."

"Oh, you will, babe, you will. I've got a glass full of it. Plenty more to put on my tits. Don't worry, I'll get on my back and you can taste all you want. But this feels too fucking good to move now."

"Hey, aren't you stealing another line? Didn't I say your hot ass felt too fucking good?"

"You sure did. Now shut up and keep doing that. Keep doing it just like that. Your cock feels amazing."

He kissed her neck and kept right up, softly pushing into her warmth and massaging her breasts, agreeing with her, imagining her standing in front of the fireplace to warm her ass so that his dick could feel that amazing heated skin, and he felt he wanted to make love to her for hours just like this, wonderfully and beautifully, and making each other warm.

softly

softly


softly in the darkness
softly we move with
each other
softly our bodies gliding
like smooth fish
deep under water
softly we love
softly we love each
other in the dark
softly we wish
the night would
never end.

Another Log on the Fire

Sexy saying: "He puts another log on the fire and returns to the thick carpet, settling between her legs." Feel free to share on Tumblr, Pinterest, etc. -- just keep my blog's URL at the bottom. Thanks!

Yielding No More

Man, it's cold out there! Winter has arrived in a big way, from lots of snow in the Midwest and Northeast United States last week -- and now to a new front bringing freezing cold. "Some of the coldest weather in decades," CNN reports.

So please, please, please be careful out there!

In this weather, it's seems like a good idea to me to stay indoors. So many activities to be done in the warmth of home rather than venturing out in bitter cold temperatures. Watch a good movie or TV show. Have a nooner with your lover. Read a good book. Read a good short story.

"Huh? A short story?" you ask. Sure! A short story certainly won't take up your whole day, but that's part of the appeal of them. It's a few bites of enjoyment, rather than a huge feast that takes hours and hours to eat.

This wild winter weather reminds me of one of my erotic short stories: "Yielding No More." In this story, a huge, blinding snowstorm arrives to an area and brings traffic to a halt on the highway.

Stuck in the traffic jam, two strangers meet. One of them -- Patrick -- has run out of gas, so he asks the driver of another car if he could join her in the car to simply warm up. Relying on the kindness of a stranger, if you will. The driver -- Ellen -- is definitely cautious (as anyone would be!), but then she lets her guard down as she warms up to the charming and funny Patrick. And then, they head to the backseat and find a way to heat things up without using the car's heater.

This is, after all, an erotic story. Hot things are going to happen!

An excerpt from early in the story:

     This isn’t how it’s supposed to be. Cars are supposed to race merrily along the highway, wheels blurring in forward progression, yielding to cars from entrance ramps, and slowly curving onto exit ramps. The whole flux of the highway has gone screwy. We’re yielding no more.
     Snow falls so heavily, I wonder if it will ever stop. As it accumulates on the windshield, I get the sinking feeling of drowning in a frozen lake. A worse death I can’t imagine. First you hear the ice crack, then you slip through, plunging into teeth-clattering cold water, lost in the darkness, pounding on the unyielding ice ceiling, tiny bubbles fluttering from your unheard cries for help.
     But that’s bullshit thinking. I crack the icy silence. “I wish I had some cards. We could play some poker. You could whip my ass and take all my money.”
     Ellen frowns at me. “Poke her? I don’t even know her.”

Then a second excerpt, a bit later on in the tale:

     “How hot is it?” she asks, becoming a more rambunctious audience.
     I peek at her. She has a little grin. But her peepers are closed. Good.
     “Oh, it’s hot,” I answer. “Ferocious hot. Tropical hot. Heat pounds into our skin. Sweat drips from us.”
     She sighs.
     “What’re we wearing?” Her voice is soft.
     “Um, I’ve got on black swim trunks. And you’re wearing… um… a bright red swimsuit.”
     “I don’t look good in bright red. Wrong skin tone.”
     Grrr. “Okay, not red. Silver, then. Yes, silver. It glitters in the sunlight.”
     “Bikini or one piece?”
     Uh-oh. In a month-long second, I try to figure out the consequences of either answer, and end up deciding to go for broke. “Um… bikini. So you can feel the sun on your stomach. But I’m not looking at you. My eyes are closed. Shut as tight as a bank vault.”
     “Why aren’t you looking at me?”

This erotic short story, which has 5,073 words, is intended for adult readers only. You can get it at Amazon for Kindle and at Barnes & Noble for Nook. It's only 99 cents!

This story is included in my collection, Orpheus Rising: Erotic Stories of Hooking Up, along with 5 other stories. Also available at Amazon for Kindle and Barnes & Noble for Nook. At $2.99, you'll save some cash rather than buying all the stories individually.

Plus, there's more reading in the collection to heat things up for you in this crazy cold! Stay warm and be safe and sexy!

Sweater Puppies

Sexy saying: "Winter bring cold -- but also sweater puppies to warm things up." Feel free to share via Pinterest, Tumblr, others -- but please don't crop out my blog address. Oh, and there's a Tumblr with shots of sweater puppies.