Erotica by Shannon

She walked through the doors of a new herb store she'd never been to and was greeted upon entry by a friendly - and handsome - man working behind the counter a few feet away.  His easy-going smile immediately welcomed her.  As she approached the counter, she not-so-obviously eyed him up and down, appreciating how well-built and groomed his body and dress were—this handsome man became even more so with each step toward him—it was noticeable how much effort he put into himself. The woodsy scent he wore made its way to her nose, catching her off guard momentarily.  Instantly drawn into flashbacks of many sensual and naughty memories of steamy nights with her previous lover,  s he closed her eyes and breathed him in without realizing what she was doing .  She smiled and couldn't help but blush when she opened and lifted her eyes to see the handsome man behind the counter, curiously watching her, his smile growing.

  He got in my car.  I turned to look at him.  His eyes were a deep shade of blue that I quickly recognized.  Complete satisfaction.  That is what his eyes said.  Two nights before, we'd had amazing car sex.  I watched his taillights for as long as I could when we parted, hitting my pillow fulfilled.  His gaze now pierced through me, and without needing to ask, he knew I felt the same. He grinned; I blushed and smiled, looking down, doing my best to hide the obvious, which wasn't working.  Do you like what we did? he quietly asked, reaching around my neck to play with the short hair at the nape.  Yes . I said, slowly raising my eyes.   I licked my lips, moving my position slightly.   He watched, firming his grip on my neck.  What did you like? He again quietly asked, though this time his question had a bit more insistence.  I licked my lips again, thinking to myself, he's aroused, and so am I.  Maintaini...

It was a night after I'd seen bodywork clients; driving to R's, I began to wind down and, lighting a joint, listened to Sade on the way there. Her music always got me thinking about car sex with R; we'd had car sex the night before, and images, sounds, and tastes were fresh in my mind.  I pulled into his long gravel driveway and rolled the windows down, getting a whiff of the farm smells I loved. Gathering my things, I stood outside and looked up, taking in the crisp air for a moment longer, fully letting go of my day. My eyes wandered into the ink-blue sky, and m y mind slowed to meet the super chill pace I felt right there in the driveway, which I knew was because he'd been caring for his fort and family all day- something very satisfying for him.   I've arrived, is the thought that floated through my mind as I walked through the garage and into a fantastic garlic-scented, warm, wood-stove-heated basement and house. It was an incredible feeling to walk into the ho...

  It's 5:24 a.m.  I've been up since before midnight yesterday.  This morning, my mind was in many places, one of which inspired me to write about  R and me spending time together this past weekend.  I crave his touch.  Think of butter melting softly.  It doesn't matter right away if sex will be involved; all I want is his touch, his hands.  His hands and how they move, intuitively knowing where and how long to touch, linger, or tease, bring me back into my body. His hands—touch—allow me to get out of my head.   Because once I'm out of my head, amazing orgasms show up. He lifts the bedcovers and beckons me under.  I quickly slide into the comfortable nook he creates with his body, fitting perfectly into his torso; my white lace-covered bum grazes his bush as I nestle in.    He groans with pleasure.  I've been waiting all week for precisely this moment , he says, nuzzling himself closer.  I tuck myself into him more in...

Hi, it's been a bit since I've written here, and I thought it would be good to share  what's been happening with R and me. The news headline below inspired me.  May you leave with a seed planted.  "Rosalynn Carter, who as first lady worked tirelessly on behalf of mental health reform and professionalized the role of the president's spouse, died Sunday, November 19, 2023, at 96", according to the Carter Center.  "Rosalynn was my equal partner in everything I ever accomplished," her husband, former President Jimmy Carter, said. " She gave me wise guidance and encouragement when I needed it. As long as Rosalynn was in the world, I always knew somebody loved and supported me."

Do you know that scene in Dirty Dancing where Jennifer Grey and Patrick Swayze make exquisite love on a rainy afternoon? That's where my mind is right now, except I'm Shannon, and my lover is R. I imagine him and me kissing lazily in his cloud-like king-size bed, with a Sade album softly playing in the background. There's no time, nor is there any rush to go anywhere or do anything. I love how he feels lying on me; his cock gently pushes against my inner thigh, signifying its need. His firm muscles make my hands wander and grab across his back and ass as we kiss- deeper now as our intensity slowly builds. I love this kind of foreplay with R and me. It's foreplay I like to call 'listen to your senses' because we generally don't say much – we feel everything playing out, have intense eye contact at times, and speak to each other through the way we kiss and press our bodies together. Without words, our wants, needs, and desires are met. And the rain makes me wa...