You Can Leave Your Hat On

Today on BvB, I wished to expand myself a bit. I have many erotic writers on my blogroll. I truly enjoy reading their works but have never posted under my own name anything of an erotic nature. Therfore, I enlisted the sexy and erotic, Green Eyes, to help me tackle this question: What can a potential lover do or say to drive you mad with passion while keeping both of your clothes on.

Greeneyes: To answer the question, I need to know a few things: What kind of mood am I in? Where are we? What am I wearing? And, most importantly, did I remember to shave my legs? Hey, a girl's got to look and feel her best in order to let herself be driven crazy with passion!

Seriously though, let's be honest here. If you're a potential lover of mine, I want you. I'm not going to wait around for you to make the first move. However, a whispered, "Damn, I want you," said huskily in my ear in between hot kisses and roaming hands, preferably while he has me pressed against a wall,(sorry, too much? lol), is guaranteed to make me crazy. I'm a girl who uses the least amount of words to get my point across, so that's what I like from others. Tell me what you want. Tell me you want me, the dirtier you say it, the better. Telling me I'm beautiful is not going to make me crazy with passion, it's only going to make me laugh. So, stay clear of the sappy compliments. You can save them for that romantic dinner or walk on the beach. Make is short and sweet, with some mud thrown in, and we won't be wearing clothes for long!

Fuzz: How does a woman do it? With but a mere glance, with the most subtle of whispered invitations, with the softest of touches, a woman can bring the strongest of men to their knees. Some women have mastered this delicate art while some are born with this power and never even realize that they have it. It is not about looks. It is that certain animal magnetism. It is a return to a bygone age when humans were wild ferile beings.

With but a mere glance from across a room, a women has the power to beguile and bewitch. I have heard it said that the eyes are the window to the soul. Nothing is so rapturous or so tempting as to peer into those windows and witness silhouetted against a woman's soul, her body arched in ecstasy awaiting that sweet release with a whispered promise that only you can fulfill her desires.

When a man needs to be heard, most of the time his voice is raised. When a woman wishes to be heard, she needs only whisper. There is no sound more seductive or sublime than a husky promising whisper. It is a sound that almost begs to be released until it can be brought to a full primal release of ecstasy.

There is nothing quite like the soft and tender touch of a woman. The delicate feel of fingertips across the back of a hand, the running of fingers through the hair and trailing down the neck, the soft brush of bodies together that hints of a time soon to come when two bodies become intertwined into one in passion.

I have heard the old saying that goes, 'The worst sex that I have ever had wasn't half bad. But in order for it to achieve passion. It starts with a look, a whisper, and a soft tender touch. Then it can be so much more. It can be ecstasy.