Day breaks and with it another season and the light and the heat pierce with a force that has me rising up to meet them, to join with them my own ignited flesh, the skin prickled with the fine sheen that has me gleaming, the body shivering with the intensity that once easily drew you in, the body insistent on its yearning even as the mind vows to thwart and forget, the hands that reach for you in the spaces now vacant beside me, the arms that clutch, that hold, that touch the woman in your absence, your name a whisper on her lips, in the ether a roar.

From the inside, from the inside, I long to hold you from the inside, my body yearns to wrap itself about you, around your hot hard throbbing flesh, to be filled by you so absolutely all other thought makes little sense, to have you part my lips with your glistening head, to have you poised at the portal, my thighs a fair and silken frame, to have you ease your cock into my cunt with an aching slowness that takes our breath away, to have you emerge slick and hungry, drenched in the enduring trace of my lust, to have you hover once more, to have you tease me, to have you slide your pulsing glans through my cleft, to have you brush the tender pearl, to have you inflame the craving now too great to bear, to have you surrender to our only want, this urgent need, your shaft inside me again where it rightly belongs, the sweet succulence of my cunt enveloping, embracing, drawing you close, inch by glorious inch, these rippled velvet walls instinctively clutching, gripping at your flesh, my hips rising up, my body giving itself to you, bringing you into my very depths, milking you, my body begging you to come, milking the fiery seed that will violently rise up and bathe me, drown me, perfect me, mark me as yours from the inside, from the inside, from within.

Come
Touch me
Taste me
Bathe me
In your white

Of the wonderful things that you get out of life there are four
– Miles Davis, ‘Four’

Miles Davis was right. Four is a special key to this sweet, little life. For the jazz great, the magnificent things this existence brings are truth, honour, happiness and love.

They are the very same for me, with the exception that love leads me to a place where I can honour the woman I have become, where I can be a true version of my sensual, desiring self, where I can be happy and creatively free with pen and lens alike. It leads me here, to the four diminutive words of the cyber home that means so very much to me.

Now, this number has taken on a truly lustrous form thanks to the honour bestowed upon me by Rori from Between My Sheets and her list of the Top 100 Sex Bloggers of 2012. To Rori, my warmest gratitude for her tireless work and this generous recognition, which leaves me giddy and, most of all, inspired. My heartfelt thanks also to the talented Easily Aroused, Lady Dragonfly and Southern Sir for their humbling nominations and support, and to you – friends, readers, writers, lovers – for your enduring encouragement and presence. While writing and shooting are my own compulsions, your company and comments not only allow me to see myself reflected in your gaze, but they also offer a conversation, an exchange, a sense of belonging and kinship that never fails to curve these lips into a smile.

On the subject of smiling, below are the links to the other 99, to the ones we know and love, to the ones we are yet to discover, to the ones who will leave us grinning and longing, to the ones we should all devour with erotic leisure and pleasurable haste.

~Minx x

~o~

It is in the nocturne’s quiet, in its deepest, darkest shadows that I feel you, sense you near, that I crave your approach, surrender willingly to your presence, to the urgency of your lust as you weave your fingers through these tousled curls and your kiss finds the perfumed arc of my neck, as your mouth pressed against my ear hotly whispers I am yours alone to keep and take, as your hands glide along my curves, as they bend me forward at the waist, as they ease me wide apart, your gaze transfixed by the aching gleam between my thighs, my body pushing back to meet you, silently pleading for the carnal, the sensual, the intensity promised in your touch, silently pleading for its annihilation, its rebirth at your hand and your insatiable flesh.

Even though we have never met, even though my kiss has never lingered upon your mouth, even though my fingers have never caressed your naked flesh, I greet the dawn aching for you, aching to find you, aching to press my body into yours, aching for the softness and the violence born of this passionate need, aching to give myself completely, to indulge you absolutely, to be the woman you long to hold, the woman whose complexities you will eagerly embrace, the light and shade, my push and pull, the urgency, impatience, the imperfections that have driven others away.

But more than this, I ache today for hope’s return, for the faith, for the belief that you are out there, somewhere, waiting for me.

Once you find me
Once your gaze settles to rest
Once you reach out to seduce
With an aching lightness
Time and space no longer exist
The distance between us closes in
And my secrets are forever yours

~o~

To my readers, friends and lovers, to the men and women and muses, who have inspired me with pen and lens, who have encouraged the expression of my simplicity and complexity, who have opened my mind, body and heart in ways I have only dared to imagine, my heartfelt thanks and gratitude for your warmth, your affection, your enduring support and an unforgettable three years.

~Minx x

Weariness sweeps over me, my mind and body spent. And even as this haze overtakes me, arresting my motion, tenderly easing me down onto the bed, compelling the nakedness newly fragrant and warm from the drops and the steam to a state of slumber and rest, it is you I crave, it is you and your body bare and unadorned, your own naked form moving toward me, slicing through the darkness as if in the sweetest of dreams, your body gleaming, shimmering, the last rays of the moon drawing a streak from your mouth and its heated breath to the wiry curls on your chest to your muscled abdomen and the hollow of your hip to the taunt tendons of your forearm as your stroke your hardening and thickening shaft, the cock rigid and throbbing with desire, hungry for the embrace of my most intimate flesh, tempted towards the slender legs now splayed open wide, the delicate fingers teasing apart glistening lips, the voice pleading for your touch, for your carnal invasion, for your sensual caress, for the moment you kneel between my thighs and drive your naked cock in one breathtaking thrust to the hilt, your mouth swallowing my moan, your kiss finding my breast, my need for more of you, for all of you, my body arching up to meet you, my calves pressed into the small of your back, our fingers laced, eyes locked, our bodies poised, entwined, cast as one, moulded together, forever by the night.

You’ve marked my mind, my body with insanity, this heart, this desire with uncertainty, the night once my comfort now the enemy, the shadows taking on your spectral form to haunt me, your phantom a reminder of revelations urged from deep within, the myopic passion you inspire so easily, the moments I laid bare my simplicity, complexity, this woman adrift in the sensory deep.

Are you ready?
Are you willing?
Are you brave enough to take me?
Do you have the courage for the completeness that I crave?

Are you hungry?
Are you yearning?
Are you now aching to touch me?
Does your hard and eager flesh betray this boundless wicked game?