Over the last few days,
in between,
working,
trying to get through,
Green Mansions,
ugh
sleeping,
and drinking beer.
oh yeah!!
I have been,
dipping in and out,
of,
one of those,
Best Of Lesbian Erotica,
anthologies.
Over the years,
I have read,
many of these,
must stay current, never know when you might be called upon for… a pop quiz.
I seem to find,
something I like,
something I can’t stand,
and,
something I don’t bother to finish,
in all the anthologies,
regardless of editor,
or publisher.
Erotic,
is personal,
it’s about wiring.
I have pondered,
erotic,
sensual,
sexy,
exciting,
desire inducing,
lately.
Not because,
I find myself in a,
sexual desert,
well, that too,
but,
because,
I need to narrow down,
apparently.
??
OK, you’re right,
not clear.
A few months ago,
a good friend of mine,
said,
it’s all well and fine to be open to many things,
but,
if you don’t narrow down,
your type,
and what you expect,
out of sex,
and,
a relationship,
you won’t find anyone.
Tough love.
So, after introspection,
deep and dark,
maybe,
even,
brooding,
I have discovered,
that I like,
soft, sweet smelling, women,
smart, soft, sweet smelling women,
vague, and, broad.
When it comes to the erotic,
it’s the same way.
The curve of a woman’s neck,
is erotic,
slow dancing,
is erotic,
looking without looking,
is erotic,
discovering the curve of,
a back or a tummy,
with your hand,
is erotic,
discovering,
what you have been,
imagining,
is erotic,
slow,
is erotic,
fast,
is erotic,
love notes,
are erotic,
eating strawberries,
is erotic,
kissing,
is erotic,
cooking dinner,
is erotic,
a freckle you hadn’t noticed,
under her ear,
is erotic.
I like the soft,
the slow,
the chase,
the simple,
the clean,
the curve,
the romance,
the everyday,
the new,
the old,
the comfort,
the heart wrenching.
Women in their complexity and simplicity,
that is my erotic.
I know it’s a little bit Vanilla,
but,
it is what it is.
OK,
if you feel like I’ve shown you mine,
show me yours,
wink, wink.
Later girls,
BB
**p.s. Good friend is not a real person, composite, and also, me talking to myself**
For me, erotic is about dynamic, about the shifting and heightening of tension and, hopefully, its release. I enjoy it more if it has rhythm, not in the music but the choreography. I used to think I would be turned on by description: costuming, roles, the positioning of tongue, fingers and limbs… But after reading a variety of collections – vanilla, heavy, virgins, strumpets, jocks, uniforms, sweetness and light, horses and pirates, butch on butch, lipstick everywhere – I’ve come to the realization that it’s not the setting, it’s the energy. It’s never the same but I always feel lucky when I find it.
Eroticism is fluid, changing, depending on the day the light the scenery, the senses that are engaged, and always, always, the woman. What is erotic with one you might not find erotic with another. Even with the same woman, it changes and shifts. And it builds, deepens, adjusts: anything with her can be sensual and sexual: reading poetry out loud, folding laundry, a smile across the room, a dance, skin, a bath, playing with flavours. The best vanilla in the world is reputedly from Madagascar and is an intense, layered vanilla — pure. Erotic is an experience…of the mind and body and if your lucky with heart and soul too.
You’re right, we are lucky when we find it. Your comment reminds me of this song I remember from the seventies,
It’s late at night and were all alone, just the music on the radio, no one’s coming, no one’s gonna telephone, just
you and me with the lights down low, slow dancing swaying to the music, slow dancing just me and my my my girl.
When you mentionned music and choreography, it reminded me of that song.
The mind and it’s triggers, go figure?
As always stated, with flair, elegance and …cadence. Thanks for showing yours:-)
Fluidity is important as is variety. I like Vanilla, butterscotch, and sometimes…maple, not so much cayenne and cloves.
Thanks for sharing, always enlightening and entertaining:-)