Sexy Excerpt: Seduced By A River

Posted by on Jun 2, 2018 in Nature-Inspired Sexy, Relationship Sexy, Sexy Excerpts

Sexy Excerpt: Seduced By A River

The aspen leaves are just starting to unfurl at 9,000 feet here in Colorado.

In the following sexy excerpt from my book, Seduced By A River: Adventures In Love Sex and Whitewater, my man wasn’t here to share them with me.

He had to miss them again this year.

Longing, my muse, loves to have her way with me.

I hope you enjoy this little taste of nature-inspired sensuality as much as I enjoyed revisiting it:

When I Leave

June 2010

I wake up alone in the middle of the bed with newborn aspen leaves, as fresh and still as dawn, outside our cabin’s window.

My hand reaches towards them, unable to resist all that promise of summer and gentler days between us.

I slide the window open, inviting the spring to curl up with me as I fantasize about what I’d do if you were sleeping naked on your back beside me, instead of working in Oregon.

My kisses begin between your brows, at the furrow that deepened this winter.  You exhale, a soft rumbling snore. I inhale, summoning the leaves to float inside and take part in my love spell.

My lips moisten your third eye and I guide a leaf to land there, anointing you with fresh vision.

You stir and a slow smile pulls at the left corner of your upper lip. I trace the curve of your ear with the tip of my nose and rest my palm over your eyes.

“Shhh,” I whisper.  “Don’t open them yet.”  Your hand reaches for me, finds the soft skin of my inner thigh and stills. You exhale, this time with a low moan of anticipation.

My lips persuade one eye lid and then the other to stay closed. Two leaves follow in their wake encouraging your eyes to see with renewed passion and hope.

I place a kiss on your Adams apple, infusing your voice with words as tender and sweet as the small leaf that follows.

My enchantment descends until my breasts and then my lips are hovering above your sternum. A leaf lands and I kiss it into place, reminding your heart of our first spring together: twelve days and twenty-three condoms spent traveling the Oregon Coast. I guide a second leaf there, that magical time worthy of two, to honor that intense love and passion of the springtime of our relationship.

Another leaf follows, in gratitude for the nine springs we’ve shared since and a reminder that we never know how many we have left. I invoke yet another leaf, an invitation to grow slow and steady like the trees we sometimes see in the woods, their trunks intertwined but their branches extending upwards and outwards towards their own source of light.

My kisses move laterally brushing your right nipple and then the left, adorning them with foliage and the intentions of symmetry and balance.

The tip of my tongue makes a curving path to your navel. Another leaf drops and adheres, a reminder to stay centered.

My kisses drift left, right and back to center, marking the bony protrusions of your hip and pubic bones.  Leaves settle there, framing your sex and your second chakra with their chartreuse vitality.

My nose dances around the tip of your arousal, your morning wood already hard like hickory yet smooth like finely-sanded cedar. My tongue drenches your length and descends, moistening the surrounding curves. Leaves follow my swath, covering your testicles in greenery to rival Adam.

My hands contour either side of your waist and slide upward, half expecting to feel the roughness of bark.

I swing one leg over your trunk.

I climb you.


We are working feverishly to get Seduced By A River back in print and available for purchase for your reading pleasure.  Stay tuned for updates on the republication date.

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