Erotica by Shannon

The Look That Loves:  Rediscovering Intimacy Through Eye Contact Eye contact isn't just romantic—it’s the heartbeat of connection. In a world buzzing with notifications and noise, the simplest glance can whisper, “I see you. I’m with you.” They say the eyes are the windows to the soul—but in love, they’re also the doorway to feeling truly known. 💞 Why Eye Contact Still Matters It anchors you in the now—no deadlines, no distractions, just presence. It speaks fluently in silence: tenderness, empathy, even that unmistakable “I adore you” look. It reignites desire, reminding you of the first spark that ignited everything. 🤍 The Quiet Magic of Being Seen Eye contact isn’t just about looking—it’s about witnessing . A lingering glance over dinner.  A wink after an inside joke.  That moment before a kiss. These are the micro-moments where intimacy lives—no price tag, no performance. ✨ Try This: 20 Seconds to Reconnect Next time you're together, pause. Put...

🚗 Is Car Sex Worth It? My Mazda Knows the Answer Last night, as I folded the sheets and tucked away the remnants of a dreamy rendezvous in the back of my white Mazda, a question popped into my head: Is car Sex worth it? I smiled. Because for me—and I'd bet my lover R would agree—it's not just worth it. It's mystique. Tenfold. Why Car Sex Works (and Works Well) It's portable. Wherever we go, the mood follows. It's spontaneous. No reservations, no waiting. Just us. It's sexy. Something about the confined space, the thrill, the risk. It's playful. We laugh, we tease, we explore. It's deeply connected. More than the Bedroom ever allows. Our Ritual: Romance in Motion We meet at Panera or Dunkin'. I hand him the key. He drives us somewhere quiet—hiking trails, sunset views, nature's backdrop. In the back of my car? A Rubbermaid container packed with essentials: Sheets Coconut oil Baby wipes Music Snacks Sometimes black nylons Always,...

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 ...

💞 Rekindling Connection After 50: How to Manage Expectations and Feel More in Love If you've been together for decades, you know that love isn't just about grand gestures or romantic getaways. It's about the everyday moments—the quiet glances, the shared routines, the way you show up for each other. And yet, even in the most committed relationships, frustration can creep in. You might find yourself feeling less in love, even as you try harder to make things better. Here's the truth: improvement alone isn't enough. Without learning how to manage your expectations realistically, even the most well-intentioned efforts can leave you feeling disappointed or disconnected. 🧠 Shift Your Thinking, Shift Your Relationship How you think about your partner shapes your experience of the relationship. When you're feeling low, it's easy to slip into critical thoughts: "They don't care about me." "They never help around the house." "They'v...