HOME: EROTICA

I came to slowly....what's that delicious sensation? Ah! Realisation in an instant! I was ensconced in loving arms, I am home! My boo had me all wrapped up in loving arms! Whoop! This is what sleeping should feel like, I thought and turned towards him. There was no way to fully turn around without moving his body and I truly did not wish to wake him at this time. I wanted to re-learn his face first and then stir something by re-discovering his sensitive parts. Like that point halfway down his body that got him shivering and made him twitch like a horse at the start of  a race or the other one that was my one-stop ignition button that could take him from zero to two-hundred in under ten seconds.....go away, not sharing! Anyhow, here's my baby, my safe haven, my sleeping partner in whose arms insomnia stayed behind prison doors and I awoke ten times out of ten, refreshed and rejuvenated. 

No posturing necessary to make everyone understand that this is my Don Juan, the one who turns me on with just a look and stokes the fire with a smile, with the right amount of sexiness and masculinity. He is the tall, dark and handsome come to life of my romantic fantasies and makes all the heroes of my romance novels seem like boyish youngsters who are immature and unable to cope with my awesomeness. I look up at him in that way most ladies dream of being able to stand on tiptoe and accept a kiss from their mate, tipping back their heads to make that happen. I wish they could see me now, they would die of green-ness, that color which describes the monster who would like the best for itself only.

Reaching over, I cup his face and he sighs contentedly in sleep, I could tell this was his first real sleep in a while also and so I let him sleep, I know when he awakes, he will reach for me first before his eyes open. That is our routine, and that's how our day starts. He reaches for me, I turn in his arms, we kiss, it becomes a conflagration, we feverishly copulate and wish the day would not begin and then its time to get up and face our responsibilities in our roles as parents, adults and responsible citizens. Some days, we are lucky and there's no real reason to hurriedly end our morning ritual and so we can lie in that state for the longest time, no words necessary. Telling each other how grateful for the other we are, reaching into the heap of our history to find one more thing to continue to polish to resplendent finish and kindly speaking of issues we need to address before it begins to fester.

I am no Kiru Taye but this is sure not erotic in any way, at least not for the body and this is why I am sitting here laughing and enjoying the fact that I brought you here by default. I know what you were expecting and yes I will oblige but at the right time. I have been recently blessed with an insight into some erotic writers' minds and I have enjoyed frustratingly some of their work and while I devoured their offerings, I obsessed about the stage and set-up and political correctness of all such offerings until last night when I played back a conversation with  a dear friend in my mind. It is true! I over extend the meaning of everything and while its not in itself  a bad thing, I tend to miss out on the fun less serious people have with stuff and so it led me here, an attempt at something I should have no business trying to do but which I should be eminently qualified to do if you consider the volumes of romantic/erotic literature I have gone through in the ten seconds since I learnt to read. So, if you are under 18, unmarried, religious (or should that be irreligious?), or easily stirred ( and without access) or offended ( and I care, why?), stop reading here so that we can continue to be fooled by each other's innocence, but if not, well, here goes everything!

Ha!Yes!, he was coming awake in more ways than one, I could feel his essence begin to increase in length as blood rushed from areas that needed it less to the place of vital need and he moved at almost the same instant and turned me over to face him. We kissed and again my senses are assaulted by how very familiar his taste is, I know this taste and have longed for it and so I open up and let him into my mouth as he searches and queries his familiar spots with his tongue. I let him finish and return the favor, checking that all is in its usual spot. The shock of what this kiss does to both of us is evident as our eyes fly open at the instant recognition and the stirring occurring in places several meters south. His hands begin a delicious journey up my back from the point where ass becomes back, upwards and circles its way forward to end in front, where my breasts are already quivering in anticipation of what he knows to do to them. He pauses and moans into my mouth becos I have found one of his spots and he is grateful that even though I desperately want to, I dont ignite him by doing what he likes me to do. 

My nipples are screaming by now for attention and with a groan, he takes his lips away from my mouth to silence them and make them shout a different tune. They sing his expertise by becoming rock hard and ready to do whatever he wishes. He gives equal attention to both and makes sure he does not limit my enjoyment by forgetting to keep his hands entwined with mine as I tease all of his spots with my own mouth and hands. His hands serve a dual purpose of encouraging as well as limiting the power I have over his body and knowing this also adds a dimension of ecstasy that ownership confers. He bends over my secret parts and pauses for a moment as if asking permission to engage, he must have heard the wetness beginning to cry out for him becos he parts the lips of my tenderness and touches, first with fingers and then with lips, lips on lips, and then tongue and I verbally cry out! 

I am shaken by an orgasm that carries a new flood of wetness to meet his tongue and he looks up into my eyes and I know that my hand all over his length and my orgasm have brought him to that point where his need to fill me with him has become almost painful and that look was to let me know he needed to do it. I agreed without words by letting go and asking only for what I know he would not ask but needs. Pushing him away, I kneel and open up to him and he looks at me and in one motion enters me and draws me up to reach my breasts and my mind enters a zone where everything is purple and grey and the fragrance of a spring morning by a body of water. I can hear him telling me with his body how short this ride was going to be and I am ready for the crescendo that I am sure we will attain shortly. The first inkling that we are there is always a stiffening and then a kaleidoscope and then......utter bliss!

Warisdis? (sorry to interrupt, but this is......!!!) I didnt write this! But oh how I wish I had though! I am so jealous! I want to be able to write like this, well, maybe not with all the raunchy details but you sha know what I mean. Now the writer knows who is and so I ask you to step forward and teach me how to do this. I honestly think you are awesome and I have taken liberties that I know you will not mind, but if you do, just say the word and I'll pull the plug. 

Erotic literature is sort of like pornography for the mind, no? This is why I am not sure I can do it what with being so straitlaced and all (last time I checked!). It however does something for the mind that one may be unable to do for it, the ability to enter those places we fear to go into (or admit to even know of) in real life by virtue of the fact of our upbringing or lack of it and societal understanding of correctness and propriety. When I told a dear friend I wanted to write about sex (on here) she said, 'Dont do it. A woman knowledgeable in such matters is given one name only!'. The name, she says rhymes with Trump, only one alphabet being different is all. Needless to say I have listened to this wise woman and done the next best thing. 

Dear writer of this piece, I salute your abilities and pray that in another life perhaps, I may be gifted with maybe 50% of......the eroticism that you carry in you! I know a lot of people would ask for your ability to write but I only want your ability to feel. In the mean time, stay strong, ok?