Hmmm…

Should have stayed in bed today.

Sometimes the dream is better than the reality. Especially when the reality is that you’re alone. I know, I know, enough of the maudlin crap. No soul searching, no downers….

But to dream, that is a wonderful thing.

To remember, even better.

I remember…

…when you picked me up at the airport. I was waiting in the cold watching as a police car made its rounds. Wondering what I would feel when I saw you again. We had been apart so long. You pulled up, far enough that I had to walk to you. I dropped my bags as you picked me up. Your arms so strong, just like I remembered, holding me, one hand drifting down to pull my ass to you as you kissed me. I melted inside and out.

I remember…

…you got up for water. We’d been in bed for hours, kissing, fondling, loving each other. I watched you walk away enjoying the view of your amazing thighs, the curve of your ass, the cascade of muscle down your back. When you came back to bed I turned you over to pay homage to your back and kissed my way down it and back up again.

I remember…

...morning and the frosty light slanting in through the blinds. Worrying that it would wake you and wanting more time just to look at you. I lay there memorizing the line of your hair, the shape of your eyebrows, and the curve of your nose. Wanting to touch them to commitment them to memory with my finger tips. When I couldn’t resist I kissed you and you woke pulling me to you, trapping me in your arms and drowning me with kisses.

I remember…

…waking this morning to memories reflected and formed into dream.

I remembered…

I will feel this way again. Not today or tomorrow but soon. Soon someone will fascinate me with their long lose limbed walk or their amazing eyes or their smile will flash out and ensnare me as yours did.

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Emma’s Erotic Sketches - Missing Him

She was lying in bed missing the feel of him and the warmth of his body next to hers. Thinking of all the things they had done and all the things she wanted to do kept herself distracted. It was a good distraction. But it hurt as much as it helped.

She dreamed of him taking her while she was sleeping. The two of them spooned on the bed she asleep. He would press the head of his cock between her legs, gently, only to find that she was moist.

Finding the entrance inviting he starts to move wondering how far he can get before she wakes. She is so wet that it is easy to thrust in and he presses his hips against her ass, feeling his cock disappear again and again into her pussy.

Half-asleep still she feels his full length enter burying himself deep inside her. As his pace increases she wakes with a cry of an unexpected orgasm.

In her cold bed she moans, fingers inside, teasing out the last shivers of her climax.

Emma Greer

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Safe Places

Yesterday I spent hours tearing my house apart looking for an old love letter.

I put it in a safe place.

Please say I’m not alone, tell me that you do this too.

I still haven’t found it either in electronic or paper form and I know it once existed in both. Actually I can’t find any of my letters to him. However in the process I found a box with everything – every email, letter, and card – from a lover I had ten years ago.

Is ten years long enough?

Distance does help but I wonder after ten years if I will blush at what I said? Purple prose works fine when you are filled with love and lust. After all these years will I find that we waxed poetic or shall I die of embarrassment?

I suppose the answer is we’ll know when I read them.

Hmmm… not sure I’m up to finding out just yet. If I do I promise to share.

So… a day later (today) and I found what I was looking for when I went searching for something else that I had put in a “safe place”. Sigh!

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Life’s been Slow…

Life’s been slow as of late.

No dates, more writing than anything else, and I’m tamping down my sex drive as much as possible.

Which feels odd.

A few years ago I would have gone out, as a friend put it, hunting. I’d wander the streets of my favorite city looking for distraction and entertainment. I rarely brought anyone home but I did have a lot of adventures.

Yes… I did have a lot of fun.

I would find a bar and start asking questions about sex. Create a poll and then start asking everyone in the pub for their opinion. Too bad I wasn’t writing the blog – I would have published my data. Hmmm… maybe I should think I should do that again soon.

Or, I would find someone who was here on business and offer to show them the town. From good restaurants, dive bars, to our strip clubs.

Or, if I was feeling really frisky I would find somewhere to behave badly and then go home alone.

But life’s been slow.

I’ve been writing and all of the good sex I’m having is in only in my head. Once this story is completed I promise I will go out and find food for the column… in till then I’ll find some flash fiction for you to read until I am out of my cave and back in the world.

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What the Fuck was I thinking?

One of my New Year’s Resolutions was to exercise more. To repeat "What the Fuck was I thinking?"

I know, I know, me and most of the population of the western world. But I had put on a few pounds – first by being deliriously happy and then by being devastatingly unhappy. Thank goodness I’ve learned how to mourn the ends of relationships. Granted I don’t take the high road. I cut all ties and then drink heavily.

I’ve never understood those people who can be friends with their ex-lovers right after the demise of an affair. It takes too much energy and gives to much heartache. Give me a nice clean cut severing the ties then let me move on.

But back to my resolution…

I wanted to feel better – and exercise always makes me feel better. It makes me feel happy and sexy and lusty.

I had forgotten about the lust.

My sex drive is always ready to be revved up but exercise sends it into turbo mode. I couldn’t believe the thoughts I had last night – the text messages I sent to former lovers – my behavior was like that of a bitch in heat. I wish I believed in anonymous sex – that would have been a simple answer to my problem. But no, I’ve been around enough to know that the sex I prefer comes in a complete package with a sexy body and a sexy mind.

No reply to my blatant hints at a booty call so I was left to my own devices.

Devices is a beautiful word. It conjures images of toys and vice all in one. So yes, left to my own devices I got out the toys. A former lover of mine had sent me the We Vibe – it was designed as a couple’s toy but I found some interesting uses for it last night. If you haven’t heard of it or seen it check out this video from Babeland.  


I had no idea that I could insert it and then wander around the house while it tickled my insides. Oo La La! Vibrating toys are not usually my thing – I find them a great tease but they rarely move me to completion. Last night it didn’t bring on an orgasm but played around the point rather well. Reminding me once again why we are drawn to our opposite halves….goodness I miss sex!

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