Stimulate My Senses

As he walked confidently toward me for the very first time, his energy wrapped around mine with no intention of letting me go. His eyes greeted me with an engaging stare. His strong hands reach out and grabbed me as he wrapped his arms around me. Each hair on the surface of my flesh raised as his hands explore beyond the ordinary. We held on tight leaving no space between us. Little fine triggers were pressed as the pressure of his touch connected us. Energy vibrated below the surface of my skin arousing another layer of who I was to the surface. My body slowly came alive shedding the cocoon that kept me warm and safe. As I exposed myself and surrender I allowed my mind and body to go beyond my imagination. His touch sparked a fire deep inside me that had been waiting patiently to be lit. As he stimulated each of my senses I peeled off another layer exposing my true self to him. He was standing in front of me holding the key that unlocked the passageway to who I truly was.

The depth behind his voice is what set my passion free. His low sexy tone crawled gently over my skin sending goosebumps across my flesh below my clothing. His seductive voice invited my ears to wander to where I yearned to be more often. I surrendered to his soulful sound gyrating toward the sensation we both craved and longed for. The melody of the moment created an atmosphere that allowed us to immerse to a depth we were not always open to. It was like a drug that relaxed us. Our inhibitions were placed to the back of our conscious minds allowing us to forget our social boundaries, opening us to a journey we would not forget. We stood naked in our minds, invisible to those passing by.

The sound of his breath inhaling made me tingle as I felt his chest expand. Tone…inflection…intent, all made the words his voice delivered melt my entire being in his arms. Quiet passion simmered while we embraced the moment. We were exactly where we were meant to be.

Inspired by AF

Spontaneous Reaction…

He was standing reading the local newspaper when I walked through the door. The sun had gently kissed him. I paused to watch him from a distance to re-acquaint myself. His eyes softened as I walked near, melting me. His arms wrapped around my shoulders enveloping me in his energy. He was full of life. We spared back and forth with words watching one another carefully. He was hard to read.

We meandered through stories of his adventure and my doings while he was away, now and then holding a stare that made our skin flush. There was a slight edge to how he looked at me. I wanted him to grab my face and kiss me with the passion I knew he had inside. I had seen that look in his eyes before and knew exactly where it could lead.

We sat staring within arms reach of one another, not touching with anything but our eyes and imagination. I wonder if we should have shared as much as we did. He was hard to navigate, I felt slightly off-balance. A twinge of uncertainty washed over me when he relived an erotic adventure he had with another woman. I felt envious hearing him talk of her. It was not a familiar feeling for me. He knew and looked at me with regret. I was unable to hide what I was feeling inside, he caught me off guard.

My only escape was to walk away avoiding eye contact. I headed toward the lady’s room not aware he was barely a step behind me. I sensed his energy but was too afraid to turn around. I stepped slowly into the dark private room trying to collect myself. I stood with shivers running up and down my spine. He gently closed the door behind us. I couldn’t turn around, my eyes stayed shut as my heart beat faster. I felt him take a step closer. He reached out and gently moved my hair to one side exposing my neck to his lips. His breath was warm and controlled. There were no words exchanged between us.

I surrendered as he turned my body gently to face his. His hands held my jaw firmly as the passion quickly escalated between us.

Spontaneous reaction…

Magnetic Energy is SeXy…

He frustrated me like never before. He had always run away. It’s how he survives. He refused to acknowledge this fear. He was irrefutably wrong. He viewed the world around him with a skewed perception of reality.

A battle was about to begin igniting a fire that had been smouldering for some time. I was ready to strike the match and toss it at his feet. It was all or nothing. The atmosphere was torrid…

We couldn’t touch if we wanted to, we were like magnets standing side by side. His male energy repelled mine. We were no longer Yin and Yang. His words were sharp and pointed aimed straight at my heart. He was trying to throw me off-balance. I wasn’t going down easy. There was a fire in his eyes I’d never seen before. He was boiling over with passion. He had come ready to spar with one of the best. It took years to prepare armour for battles such as this. I was ready to stand up and face my fears, willing to lose it all.

Our words cut like duelling swords, each one razor sharp…and then the magnet flipped. I caught him looking deeply at my mouth while I spoke. For a split second he was vulnerable. The fire in his eyes morphed from battle to surrender. His eyes anticipated every word that slipped slowly off my tongue past my lips. His ears heard nothing. It was that split second that changed everything. I knew he loved me more intensely than ever before. I had him in that moment. He let his subconscious thoughts slip through the door and I grabbed them tight with both hands. I was about to embark on an adventure I had only dreamt of.

I reached forward to seize the moment, impaling him with every ounce of passion I had left. I grabbed his jaw with both hands and seduced him with my entire being. Undeniable desire exploded like gasoline thrown on a flame. If we could survive this, we could survive anything together.

Our bodies entangled one another with no conscious thoughts. Pure raw in the moment chemistry that had been hidden deep below the surface for far too long. There was nothing subtle about us from that moment on.

Magnetic energy is SExy!

Music and Sex Appeal ~

There is not much sexier than a man who can make music…well maybe one who can make you ‘sing’ in the throes of passion! Carlos Santana and Rob Thomas are the perfect combination of sex appeal. One using his hands on his strings that almost sounds orgasmic and the other seducing us with his deep throaty voice that makes you pause in thought. Each of them uses what they’ve got! When a musician composes a song he’s putting a part of himself out there, it’s raw and personal!

Women love men who are strong enough to be vulnerable exposing themselves with words…that’s sexy! There are so many musicians who exude irresistible sex appeal. It’s not the typical good looks that draws our attention you don’t even need to see them to slip into a sensual fantasy. It’s the way they passionately seduce their instrument and the tone of their voice that mimics a mating call that moves us. You can’t help but be drawn in and stroked as if it were you they were playing.

Give me your heart, make it real, or else forget about it….

Words are Sexy…

Whether you use your body, eyes or language being expressive is sexy. Words lure, ravage, tantalize, tease and can even leave us breathless after a delicious exchange. A steamy set of words can throw us into the heart of passion or make our knee’s buckle at their strength. Words can create hysterical laughter, warn us, cut like a knife, calm, melt, arouse or make us sob uncontrollably if put together just right. Words are capable of seducing leaving us speechless feeling exposed. Words can make us shudder.

Words can make our heart beat out of our chest. They penetrate every cell in our bodies. Words create change. Words cause pain. Words connect us to each other. Words are not only spoken they are seen and felt, some melting ever so slowly in our mouths.

Communication starts in our eyes drawing us closer our body respond in its own language stimulating us orally. Words stir emotions deep within us escorting us down a path of pleasure or pain where we are greeted by all our senses. Words can leave us spellbound craving more.

Without words…there is nothing.