Erotica by Shannon

The building was old — the kind of place that had lived many lives. R walked ahead of me, keys in hand, explaining the teardown he'd been hired to do; his voice echoed softly through the empty corridor. Then we stepped inside that space. The shop smelled of Nag Champa — thick, familiar, unmistakable. It clung to the walls, the shelves, the air itself. The scent wrapped around me like a memory I hadn't realized I'd been carrying. Warm. Earthy. Intimate. I inhaled slowly. "This used to be a metaphysical store," R said, glancing around. "Owners burned incense constantly." I smiled. "I can tell." R leaned against the counter, arms braced behind him, watching me take it all in. His presence filled the room — steady, masculine, unhurried. There was no one else there. Just us. Dust motes floating in the afternoon light. Old jars behind the counter. A bell above the door that hadn't rung in years... I wandered closer, fingers trailing along the so...

When Rosalynn Carter died, something in me softened. Jimmy Carter said she was his equal partner in everything he ever accomplished. As long as she was in the world, he always knew someone loved and supported him. That kind of love — the steady kind — is rare. And it made me think of R. A month ago, I told him I loved him. Not because I needed it returned, but because it was true. Still, once the words left my mouth, fear crept in. The quiet kind. The kind that whispers when you're alone. I know how he loves — through presence, through action — not always through words. I understand that. And yet, my heart wobbled. We don't talk much when we're apart. I want more connection. Maybe he doesn't. The spiral began. Maybe I'm not enough. Maybe I'm too much. Maybe the tender parts of me are showing now, and he'll grow tired. Maybe he already has. I couldn't stop it. So I wrote him a letter — honest, unfiltered — about the doubts and fears I couldn't quiet. ...

It was still dark when I woke — that hour before the world stirs, when longing has nowhere to hide. 5:24 a.m. I'd been awake for hours, drifting in and out of memory, but one moment kept returning to me like a slow tide: the way he touched me last weekend. The way my body remembered him even now. I missed his hands. Not sex — not yet. I missed the language of his touch. The way his palms seemed to know me better than my thoughts ever could. The way he lingered just long enough to make me soften… then pressed with intention, grounding me back into myself. His touch quiets my mind. And when my mind goes quiet, my body opens — fully, generously. Pleasure arrives not as something chased, but something allowed. I could feel it even now, lying alone in the early morning hush. I remember him lifting the covers, inviting me in without a word. The space he made for me was deliberate — a hollow shaped just for my body. I slid into him, fitting easily, instinctively, like I'd always belon...

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Those Blue Eyes Say So Much:   Sensual Nights ,  Lingering Glances, and the Language of Lust He got into my car, and the moment he did, the air shifted—charged with memory and anticipation. I turned to look at him. His eyes, a deep and mesmerizing blue, met mine with a quiet intensity. I knew that shade. I knew what it meant. Satisfaction. It was written in the way his gaze lingered, in the subtle curve of his lips. Two nights earlier, we had surrendered to each other in the hush of the car's embrace. The memory of that night—our bodies entwined, our breath mingling—still pulsed through me. When we parted, I watched his taillights disappear into the night, my heart whole, my body humming with the echo of his touch. I fell asleep with a smile, the warmth of him still wrapped around me. Now, his gaze pierced through me again, and without a word, he knew. He knew I felt it too. He grinned. I blushed, lowering my eyes, trying to hide the obvious—though failing beautifully. "Did yo...

He Glazed Me with His Honey: A Raw Tale of Desire and Surrender The night wrapped around me like velvet—cool, fragrant, and full of promise. After tending to my bodywork clients, I slipped behind the wheel, the hum of the engine a low purr beneath Sade's sultry voice. Her music constantly stirred memories of R—of the way our bodies had tangled in the car just the night before, limbs entwined, breath fogging the windows, the taste of him still lingering on my lips. As I turned onto his gravel driveway, the scent of earth and woodsmoke greeted me like an old lover. I paused, letting the crisp air kiss my skin, my gaze drifting upward into the ink-blue sky. The stars blinked knowingly, as if they too had witnessed our secret rendezvous. I exhaled the day, my body softening in anticipation. Inside, the house radiated warmth—garlic and cedar mingling in the air, the wood stove casting golden shadows across the walls. R had built this sanctuary with his hands, his heart, and his quiet de...