My Muse
I’m just wearing my short skirt, your favorite, by the way, nothing else.
But you can’t see anything because the top sheet is covering my body. As you join me on the bed, I tenderly stroke the side of your face reveling in the desire and love reflected in your eyes.
I lick the bottom of your lip savoring its taste and gently go in for a nibble — it tastes delicious and I get bolder. I hold your face in both my hands and kiss you at first softy and then with increased urgency — the need becoming unbearable.
Somewhere along the way the top sheet falls away and I feel the soft brush of your chest hairs against my warm smooth skin…
Writing Experiments
I find it interesting that I keep evolving as a writer in the sense that I am neither stuck in a box nor constrained by the box.
If you were to ask me last year if romance writing would be the genre I am most comfortable with, I would have laughed out loud.
Firstly because I had no clue how to write it and secondly because I come from a conservative background where a few aunties are bound to go “tsk tsk” if they found out. I wouldn’t be surprised if they would attribute my audacity to write these things to the fact that I am divorced and therefore write about things no ‘nice girl’ has business thinking about, forget doing.