What feels sexy today:
Waking up to aspen leaves, lots of them, just unfurled and brilliant green, swaying in the breeze right outside my window.
Not knowing, and not needing to know what time it is.
Getting so lost in an erotic essay that I don't even notice that the sun has reached it's zenith.
Opening all the windows in the cabin and letting the wind dance over my naked skin as I lie in the loft reading the erotic novel Fifty Shades Darker.
Drifing into a nap with no concern for how long, with images of E.L. James' passionate lovers seared into my brain.
Sipping green tea between yoga postures in the living room as the wind flirts with the loose tendrils of hair around my face.
Riding hard, uphill, on my mountain bike to the song Gel by Collective Soul.
Slipping out of my sweaty bike clothes and into some lavendar-colored satin to draft this blog and edit the morning's prose.
Feeling the waxing moon, already half full, luring me from the cabin to bask in the purple twilight.
What feels sexy to you today?
Tell me, tell me, tell me.
In case you haven't heard, the erotic novel, Fifty Shades of Grey by E. L. James is the scorching hot bestseller this summer. I struggled with it at first, but persevered and I'm glad I did. Fifty Shades Darker, the second book in the trilogy, oozes with passion and clit-tingling sex scenes. I can hardly wait to get my hands on the third one.