Nature-Inspired Sexy

Wild White Lace

Posted by on Jun 13, 2014

The snow has melted here at 9,000 feet in the Colorado Rockies. But the earth is still white.   I’m trying to learn my wildflowers this year.  Deepen my intimacy of Her.  I imagine she enjoys the attention (most women do) when someone notices the more subtle aspects of her beauty. She’s showing her demure side right now, reminding me of a virginal bride with all the varieties of white wildflowers that are appearing, looking from a distance like so much white lace. I didn’t wear white for my wedding.  With my fair skin and light hair, it doesn’t do much for me.  Besides, I was thirty-nine.  An erotica writer.  The virginal bride thing just wasn’t my gig. I found a sage-green lace dress at a lingerie store. But as I hike around my cabin this spring, there is no doubting that the white-lace look is incredibly beautiful, arresting in its subtlety and simplicity .   I have a white lace bustier that I picked up at a women’s clothes exchange party a few years ago. It tends to get lodged at the back of my lingerie drawer behind all the black. My kayaker will be home in two days from a tryst with the river. I just might have to pull it out. Sexy Prod: What makes you feel wild at heart? White Lace? Black?  Running naked through a field of wildflowers? I’d really like to know.  ...

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Sexy Owl Moment #2

Posted by on Jun 3, 2014

Wildness is incredibly sexy to me. I married a whitewater kayaker.  I live at 8,000 feet where there are more elk than people. And I blog about Sexy Owl Moments. I’ve seen a few owls  in that same stretch of river that inspired my first sexy owl post. but they always see me first. All I’ve caught is a retreating wingspan floating over the river.  No full body sensory orgasmic moments.  Nothing worth blogging about. But a few weeks ago I got lucky. My hiking buddies, a pitbull and two labs, were hugging the river banks while I navigated the nearby game trail. I paused to feel the rising sun on my face and take in their four-legged agility and contagious joy as they bashed through a tangle of willows. I wasn’t the only one watching. The small great horned owl was so busy keeping an eye on the dogs that he didn’t notice me standing less than fifteen feet away. He must have sensed my elevated heart rate or heard my small gasp when I realized he wasn’t just a thick cluster of willow branches, because as soon as my brain registered Owl, he turned his head my way. My body swayed like seaweed on the ocean floor as I tried to get a better glimpse of him through the branches and he was doing the same and there was a second, one sexy second, where our eyes~wide, searching and alert~ met. The flash of his wild, yellow irises seared into the blue of mine and I felt his fire burn all the way to my toes and my god I live for moments like that. Sexy prod:  How about you? Any sexy wild encounters to...

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Autumnal Foreplay

Posted by on Oct 3, 2013

    I’ve mentioned before that I’m winter sexy. So when the aspen start doing this:   And the peaks get dusted like this: I know I’m in for a few weeks of foreplay. Because as soon as the first hard frost hits (last week for me), the hot sun, bugs and pollen get turned off. And I get so turned on. I get turned on by the darker mornings when I can luxuriate in my yoga practice for over an hour and still catch the sunrise when I go out for a run. I get turned on by the sight of our freezer stuffed with packages of fresh elk. (If you’ve been reading this blog you already now about the sexiness of elk meat.) I get turned on by the sound of a bull elk bugling at dawn, knowing that the tag is filled and I’m the only one in my hunter’s sights. I get turned on by the heavy fragrance of pine filling my head as we fill the back of the truck with firewood. I get turned on by a glass of red wine, warm on my lips, as the setting sun spews pink lava all over the sky. I get turned on by the menthol-like sensation of a twilight breeze on my back as I float above my man in the hot tub. I get so turned on by the sound of the aspen leaves quaking like rice paper castinettes that I have to lie flat on the earth and absorb it.  One windy day and that sexy percussive will be gone until next spring. I could go on and on but I think you may be coming to the same conclusion as me. Maybe I’m autumn sexy too. Sexy Prod: What’s turning you on this...

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Sexy Hips

Posted by on Sep 18, 2013

When you think of sexy hips you may envision something like this:   Or maybe this: This weekend I spotted these wet, voluptuous beauties in the woods by our cabin: I’ve never, in the thirty years I’ve lived in Colorado, seen such big, luscious rose hips. Considering their high Vitamin C content and the fact that they started out this summer looking like this: I’ve determined that they, too, are very sexy hips. Sexy Prod:  I just learned I can make a marmalade with my Rose hips.  Any other...

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Full Moon Skinny

Posted by on Sep 1, 2013

I was in premiere skinny dipping territory recently. And I’m not the only one who thinks so.  The National Park Service felt compelled to post this sign: After last month’s trip to Esalen when I got to indulge fully in my passion for being naked outside in water, I felt a little tortured by the rules. But I was with my nieces and nephews and hundreds of other families so I KEPT MY BIKINI ON … …until the sun went down and the full moon rose and I woke at 3 am to her reflection rippling like yellow silk on the water. I saw my opportunity and seized it.  I rolled out of bed and within minutes I was on the dock lowering my naked self into the thigh-deep water. As I waded deeper, the lake enveloped my pelvis while the moonlight caressed the pale skin of my torso and I had one of those full body sensory orgasms I like to write about in this blog. But the most sensuous part of my full moon skinny was this: As my arms moved rhythmically in front of me in a breast stroke, I felt like I was moving through liquid glass and the sound … my god the sound…it was so incongruously beautiful,  like shards of glass breaking, as if the lake herself was laughing in a high clear voice. I joined her. Sexy Prod:  Tell me about your most memorable skinny dipping...

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