Erotica by Shannon

The other day, I watched a few couples at the lake get their boats in and out of the water. I thought this entire process was excellent – how each person had a specific job and how there seemed to be a flow with some couples and others not so much. Then I thought about appreciation and how some of the women—when not knowing how to do something—immediately backed off and allowed their man to jump in and take over without telling him how to do it or directing him. The other women would not step back and continue to do the job, stubbornly allowing their guy to take over, and when they did let him take over, they’d be upset or have a comment. The difference between the two was that the men, whose women allowed them to take over, had huge smiles, eager to show off their manly skills and prowess. The men whose women would stubbornly allow them to take over did not have smiles on their faces. There were words between the two, and the men seemed impatient, frustrated, and slightly beaten down....

Ever had a wedding, graduation, event, or other date night event to which you and your man have been on the invite list? You get dolled up, look great, get there, and have a fantastic time. The music’s good, the dancing is fun, the food is terrific, and everyone’s having a blast. It’s time to go. You and your guy head to the car, and both get in, sinking into the soft leather front seats. Your stomachs are full from food, and your bodies and minds feel tired from mingling, talking, and dancing. You both look at each other from across the seats, knowing sex would be incredible before the night is over, yet all you both want to do is pass out when you get home. Who can relate to that scenario? I, for one, and I’m sure many others, feel the same. So, what’s the solution? Have sex before date night begins. Why? Because when you and your man have sex before date night, it holds many benefits for the entire evening.  – You’re both more smiley and flirty all night  – You each have a ...

I enjoyed experiencing something amazing a few days ago with R. He brought me to an orgasm that usually occurs when I’m alone. It was the orgasm you have when you’re alone, yet you aren’t alone. He walked across his property, moving the heavy fence to the middle pasture, and waited for me to catch up. I could feel his energy as he slipped his hand into mine – a slow, easy Sunday morning kind of energy with no rush to be anywhere or do anything. He glanced at me, and I recognized a hint of devilish excitement in his dark blue eyes as he murmured,  gun shack? My excitement over the possibilities of what was about to happen in the gun shack grew as we made our way through the field of Bluestem, and I playfully swirled my fingers along the inside of his palm to give him a glimpse of where I was. He tightened his grip ever so slightly in response and, holding in as best he could his lust, slowly picked up the pace toward his handbuilt tin-roofed cozy man cave. Once inside and free from ...

  Met with kiss and lust, Seek deep and true near your heart; shy to tell pure like.

An Ode to What’s in the Bottom Drawer My fingers poised to type. I feel a warm tingle run up between my thighs that soon pulse with heat underneath my soft cotton panties. The mere thought of the bottom drawer of my nightstand beckons me to open it. Yet, I must first complete this writing task; otherwise, the reward will be less fantastic. I almost feel her cold, smooth, polished surface against my skin. I lick my lips in anticipation. My patience is waning, and my lustful need is pushing through. I imagine her elongated sleekness on my stomach and how solid she’ll feel inside me. What’s in the bottom drawer has been with me for some time. She’s often brought me ecstatic sensations of pleasure, this time being no exception. I must listen to the pulse between my legs where orgasm awaits. As I stop typing, what’s in the bottom drawer wins over any rational thought again.

Here are some recent naughty thoughts that crossed through my daydreams today. I drive slowly and cautiously because the rain is pouring and my visibility is low, but I keep going. The car in front of me slows to a stop due to a traffic jam ahead. I opened myself up to daydream a bit; I could see I’d be there for a time. As my mind wanders and what’s in the back slithers to the front, a not-so-long-ago memory of a similar thunderstorm with R outdoors begins to make every detail shown to me in crisp inner vision. A bolt of lightning strikes ahead, causing a pleasant sensation to run up my thighs as I enter deeper into the outdoor adventure R and I experienced. I held the tree with both hands, naked and with charcoal stripes down the front of my body. The fire had gone out, and he painted me with warm black pieces while looking at me intensely the entire time before spinning me around and placing my hands on the tree. He pressed himself against me; his hands roamed everywhere, and mosqui...

  Last Sunday, I played out a bedroom fantasy of blindfolding R.S. with me wearing a navy blue lace bra and panty set. It’s been on my mind for a while. It might not seem like much to the advanced BDSM player, yet, it was something for me that sparked an entirely new and expanded look into R.S.’s mind, and I’ve come to recognize more in-depth that it’s not just about his cock. I knew this already – the fact that for R.S. (and me), it’s about the build-up, the sexy foreplay, the anticipation of what’s to come, the flirtatious back-and-forth conversation that leads up to the act of phenomenal like-no-other sex. Yet it was during this sexual fantasy that I had a huge AHA moment about how deep R.S.’s needs, wants, and desires went. It struck me that the blindfolded man on his bed craved a woman who could match, inspire, and bring him to new experiences on all levels -sexually, mentally, emotionally, and intimately. His cock is the bonus, not the focus. I mean, yes, his cock is to be th...