Unlike my first trip that resulted in three erotic essays and my second trip trip where I did erotic photo shoots, this voyage down wasn't so sexy for me.
I'll admit this was more than a little disturbing since one of the many ways I describe my erotic memoir is river erotica (click here and here for a little tease).
Normally the river seduces my man and consequently me, into this highly aroused, spiritually-awakened ecstatic state.
Not this time. And as you can imagine, I’ve been trying to figure out why.
Rationalization #1: Maybe the river is just done with me. Or perhaps I’m done with her. She always has scared me shitless.
But, no. No way.
Rationalization #2: I was on vacation, so my sexy muses decided to take one too. Quite possible.
Rationalization #3: This year’s launch date was a month earlier than my other two trips so the weather was cooler. Plunging naked into water that was so cold it burned didn't cultivate a sultry vibe.
But I did it anyway.
That must be it.
Good thing I’m getting back at it.
Sexy prod: Inspire me. Share one of your sensuous spring moments in the comments.