Erotica by Shannon

A kiss is a conversation.    Rekindle your relationship by learning simple and easy steps to revamp your everyday kisses with your partner.  All you need to do to access awesome kissing is click the link below, which will take you to a free Microsoft Sway presentation.  Please take these tips and put them to good use the next time you're locking lips.  A Kiss is a Conversation

🔮 Unlocking Pleasure Through Erotic Hypnosis Erotic Hypnosis is more than just a niche fetish—it's a growing phenomenon that blends the power of suggestion with the thrill of sensuality. Whether you're curious or captivated, this practice offers a unique way to explore arousal, fantasy, and deep relaxation through trance. 💡 What Is Erotic Hypnosis? At its core, Erotic Hypnosis is the art of using hypnotic techniques to heighten sexual pleasure. Through voice, rhythm, and guided suggestion, it taps into your subconscious to: Amplify arousal Fulfill fantasies Deepen orgasms Enhance erotic imagination Relax the body and mind Unlike traditional Hypnosis, which often focuses on behavioral change or Stress relief, Erotic Hypnosis invites you into a vivid, immersive experience—like stepping into a sensual virtual reality. 🌀 The Trance Experience During a session, you enter a heightened state of awareness. Your senses become more receptive, and your imagination takes center st...

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...

🌙 Before Dawn, I Craved Him It's 5:24 a.m. I've been awake since before midnight. My mind wandered through many places this morning, but one memory kept pulling me back: time spent with R this past weekend. I crave his touch. Think of butter melting softly across warm toast. It's not about Sex—not immediately. It's about his hands. The way they move, intuitively knowing where to linger, tease, or press. His touch brings me back into my body, out of my head. And when I'm out of my head, the orgasms arrive—full-bodied, electric. He lifts the bedcovers and beckons me in. I slide into the nook he's made with his body, fitting perfectly into his torso. My lace-covered bum grazes his bush as I settle in. He groans. "I've been waiting all week for this," he whispers, pulling me closer. I tuck myself into him, breath slowing until it becomes one—his and mine. His body heat is a balm. I soften. He senses it. His hands roam, and I respond with breath and mo...

🌱 May you leave with a seed planted. The news of Rosalynn Carter's passing stirred something in me. She was a woman who stood beside her husband not just in title, but in truth. "Rosalynn was my equal partner in everything I ever accomplished," 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." That kind of love—the kind that steadies you, that sees you, that stays—is rare.  And it made me think of R. About a month ago, I stepped out on faith and told R I loved him.  I didn't expect him to say it back. I know how he moves through the world—his love is quiet, steady, shown in what he does more than what he says. I get that. Still, even with that understanding, my fears and doubts crept in -- I'd just exposed a part of me that's a bit shy, insecure, and vulnerable.   They whispered stories I didn't ask to hear. My mind took me on a ...