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Bringing on the Heat

Last night, I read an expanded version of my short vignette “Pheromones and Fornication” at an author’s event in Denver. The theme of the evening was “heat” – and I made sure to significantly raise the temperature level in that room.

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Pheromones and Fornication

There is something invigorating and remarkable about going for a walk, waiting for a latte, browsing through a bookstore, even pushing a grocery cart down the aisle and feeling an inexplicable aura of sexual energy emanating from me, prickling my skin, exuding from my pores like steam rising from a radiator.

Moist. Sizzling. Persistent.

A luminous, palpable heat that glides through the air in waves, enveloping unsuspecting passersby in a blanket of pheromones.

A second glance, a lingering gaze, a brief locking of our eyes, and he is entranced.

Unconsciously drawn into my intricate, mysterious web of seduction.

Wordless flirtations dance in the air between us, expressing all that is silently implied.

A mere few seconds of unspoken innuendos and the world is transformed into a temporary landscape, occupied by only two people:

Me… him… and the smallest fraction of a possibility for fornication that will never come to fruition but which feels enticingly delicious to consider.

Sometimes, if this passerby and I are standing close enough, the sexual energy resonates between our untouched flesh like invisible currents, causing the hair at the nape of my neck to tingle with static electricity.

Even, occasionally, triggering moistness to gather between my thighs.

I am ripe for the picking…

Ready to be plucked…

Savored…

Devoured.

And although the moment is fleeting, the experience leaves me vitalized.

Animated.

Alive in my own skin.

It is a reminder of my abundant femininity.

My female prowess.

My deep, sensual spirit.

And as I walk away from my spellbound passerby with my cup of coffee, my new book, my cart full of groceries, I am aglow, resplendent, in glorious harmony with the inner seductress traveling through my veins.

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Photos courtesy of P. Illig and M.B. Lewis

 

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Fanning Into Fire

A touch. A caress. The faint, musky scent of attraction.

Everything outward moving inward,

            fanning into fire,

                   culminating into desire.

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With uninhibited exploration of hills and valleys…

          and the stark sensation of softness

                  pressed against rigidity.

That is how their love unfolds, under the covers.

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Pillow Talk

“But there are things that happen between a man and a woman in the dark… that sort of make everything else seem… unimportant.”

– Stella Kowalski, A Streetcar Named Desire (Tennessee Williams)

What happens between a man and a woman in the dark makes everything else in the world seem unimportant…  Such truth in a phrase!

Shutting the blinds, pulling the curtains, locking the door, falling into your lover’s embrace.

What a liberating moment!

The stresses and demands of the world, of everyday life, diminish and wash away like dirt beneath a cleansing spout. Even in the darkness of a bedroom, there is emanating light and rejuvenation as two breathless souls intertwine in a choreographed dance of emotion and salaciousness.

It is intrinsic. It is instinctual. It is perfect harmony, untouched by outside influence.

What happens between a man and a woman in the dark makes everything else in the world seem unimportant…

Flesh.

Kisses.

Satiation.

Pillow talk.

When combined, the effect is magical; medicinal.

 

Never underestimate the restorative power of carnality.

 

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Sketched

Stripped naked, I lounge on a blanket draped across my black leather couch. I’m languid, exposed, acutely aware of the artist’s gaze as he determines how best to present my flesh on paper.

Every now and then, a shiver runs through me from the cold.

Striving to remain statuesque and still, I watch  from the corner of my eye as his hand whips charcoal across the page; one moment fluid, the next moment sharp.  Determined.

His fingers smooth out the lines.

Diligently, he works to bring my hips and breasts and rotund belly to life. No intention of glossing me over; he depicts me just as I am ~ hefty, curvaceous, plump.

His honesty reverberates across the page. And I am beautifully transformed from flesh to sketch.

~ Enchanted Zaftig

Nathanael A. Lee  ©2012

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Tickling The Tassels

In a continuing quest to expand my horizons, and because I always appreciate the sensual things in life, I’ve now ventured into the intriguing world of burlesque. Yes, you read it right!

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“Neo-Burlesque”, to be precise.

Neo-Burlesque (or “New Burlesque”) is the revival and updating of the traditional burlesque performance. Though based on the traditional Burlesque art, the new form encompasses a wider range of performance styles; Neo-burlesque acts can be anything from classic striptease to modern dance to theatrical mini-dramas to comedic mayhem. As with the earlier burlesque, neo-burlesque is more focused on the “tease” in “striptease” than the “strip”. Audiences for neo-burlesque shows tend to be mixed gender, age, race, and class. ~ Wikipedia

Last summer, my girlfriend and I discussed partaking in either a burlesque or belly dance class ~ something provocative that would enliven our sense of femininity and nudge us from our comfort zones. As if on cue, a daily coupon special for Vivenne VaVoom’s School of Burlesque appeared in my friend’s email box. Coincidence? Perhaps. But lately, it seems that many of my experiences point in a common direction ~ one of living the Enchanted Zaftig life.

Despite our initial enthusiasm, for over 6 months the purchased coupon sat in our respective inboxes, collecting dust; for some reason, neither of us took the initiative to put it into action. I can’t attribute the hesitation to anything concrete, other than we are both single moms with full-time jobs and not a whole lot of breathing room to play. It wasn’t until the New Year rolled around that we mutually decided it was time to get our dance on.

(I should insert here that I am not a dancer. I do not possess the moves nor the skills to properly represent on the dance floor. However I AM a sensual person, so learning to burlesque is not quite as daunting as, say, hip hop might be.) 

My goal going into this project is to assume a fun and positive outlook and to glean something entertaining from the experience.  

Class #1: The fine art of using the feather boa as a seductive and playful tool.

Not as easy as it sounds, especially when twirling it around your leg like a snake while attempting to remain graceful. As the only students in the class that evening, my girlfriend and I stood in front of a wall of mirrors and witnessed our inadequacies while the lovely and talented Vivienne VaVoom demonstrated her technique with effortless agility. Not allowing myself any negative thoughts, I swirled and twirled and seduced that wall of mirrors with my feather boa like nobody’s business. All the while, a smile of giddiness played across my face, because, despite my lack of coordination and finesse, I was having fun with it (and, hey, burlesque performers smile and wink at their audience anyway!)

My girlfriend and I left that first class breathless from the workout and excited for the next one. I was sore for days afterwards in places I didn’t know could hurt.

Class #2: The fine art of using the chair as a performance platform.

Who knew a chair could be used in so many different ways during a burlesque performance? Not just for sitting on, but for kicking a leg up on, laying on, exposing the roundness of a thigh on, or giving the captive audience a peek at undergarments on. For this class, my girlfriend and I decided to “doll up” a bit in our appearance to make the experience more authentic (plus, it was easier on the eyes, viewing our reflections in that great wall of mirrors.) My friend even donned high heels, the brave soul, which served to accentuate her curves and give her a graceful height as she moved. It was during this time that I came to the conclusion that I do not have the body type for a proper burlesque performance ~ I am too short and stubby and round around the middle ~ but even so, I have great boobs and  the determination to work my body to the best of my ability. Enthusiasm can go a long way. 🙂

 

We practiced throwing a foot up on our chairs so many times that evening that my hips and thighs burned. But this is how I see it: if I’m going to partake in a rigorous workout, I much prefer it to be done with lipstick on and the tune of “Diamonds Are A Girl’s Best Friend” playing in the background than in a noisy, smelly gym!

 

 

Stay tuned for details of upcoming classes ~ it’s sure to become more and more interesting! (including the fine art of striptease and how to twirl those tassels!)

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On The Cool Shore Of The Lake

Damp ground, leaves, gentle lapping of the water

A chill in the air awakens her, causing her to shiver

She pulls the blanket tighter around her naked skin

And nestles ever closer against her lover’s chin

He seems so peaceful laying there, his breath slow and deep

His eyelids fluttering slightly with a dream-enriched sleep

Perhaps he’s reminiscing about their lust-filled afternoon

Envisioning continuation long after the rising moon

She’d been on fire beneath his touch on that cool shore of the lake

Basking in sensations he’d offered her to partake

He’d lifted her to heights she’d never dreamed existed

Leaving her wondering how she could ever have resisted

His touch, his kiss, his attentive admiration

The words he’d whispered to her with such utter adoration

Languidly, she wraps her leg around his lower waist

And presses lips against his chest, relishing the taste

He rouses from his sleep beneath her gentle caress

Moves a hand to trace a line along the curve of her breast

Sensually, he whispers serenades of continuing desire

And with a touch manages to lift her arousal even higher

Until they are once more enveloped in a loving give-and-take

Rolling together beneath the blanket on that cool shore of the lake

©2011 Enchanted Zaftig

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And Now For Something Naughty…

Fervid

Sprawled across the bed, surrounded by satin sheets and soft pillows cool against her warm skin, she rolled over onto her back, hair settling in pools around her face and neck and bounteous breasts. She slithered forward to rest her neck on the edge of the bed and dangled her head down until the room changed, becoming a kaleidoscope of flickering candlelight ~ distorted, upside-down, serene. Her hair cascaded, reaching for the floor.
 
Focusing on the shadows of the room, she watched his languid approach: body vivid, taut, masculine. His fist lightly stroked his sizeable, hardening cock, and as he moved closer she could see an almost imperceptible smile playing on his lips as he studied her ~ obviously enjoying the moment, enjoying the way she was splayed out on the bed waiting for him.

With each step he took, she could feel the sexual energy emanating from him ~ an aura so intense her body shook with anticipation and desire. Breath arrested within her throat in a momentary choking sensation. Moistness welled up between her thighs like a puddle of fire, warming an already sweltering atmosphere.

As he stood before her, near enough so that she could feel the electricity of his presence, she noticed one lone drop of precum poised at the tip of his cock, glistening in the candlelight, ready to fall. Never to waste, she reached out to wipe the viscous liquid away and slid the sweet nectar over her lips and tongue. Taste buds ignited in her mouth. 
 
Stretching her arms out, she lightly ran fingernails across his bare thighs, enticing him closer. No words were spoken, no words were necessary. As he took one last step forward, she willingly opened her mouth to receive him. 
 
He offered only the tip of his member initially, as if teasing, as if purposely holding back. She flicked her tongue around the bulbous head, her fingers exploring between his legs to grasp the heavy sac which contained within its confines the ultimate gift.

He moaned and inched forward until more of his hardened member entered her mouth. She opened wide, inviting the entrance, wanting to take him in as far as he wanted to go. His strong, masculine scent surrounded her, filled her senses like an aphrodisiac traveling through her veins. She ran her tongue against the taut skin of his rigid cock as he slowly began to slide in and out of her mouth. 
 
He pushed himself in deeper each time, holding steady, sliding out, entering in again. Repeating, repeating. Each time the  swollen head of his cock hit the back of her throat, she struggled to hold him all in. But that, in itself, was arousing. Slithering fingers down her belly to the moistness between her legs, she rubbed herself to a wet ecstasy while her other hand grabbed his thigh, earnestly coaxing him on.

She wanted it to last, until he was ready, until he was prepared to explode within her. The intensity of his orgasm always seemed so much more colossal when he prolonged the release.

But perhaps, this time, he would decide not to explode within her but rather pull out and cover her in his hot, pulsating cum, prompting the thick liquid to hit her lips, her eyelashes, her cheeks, sliding down her neck to collect in her long, pale hair…

Sometimes, the anticipation of his ultimate gift was just as titillating as the actual receipt of it.

Ever patient, she waited, waited ~ mouth ready, body alive, tongue continuing to work its magic on the upperside of his member as he pushed it between her lips. His breath increased, accompanied by a light staccato of moaning, and she knew that his release was imminent. Closing her eyes, she heard a sweet tune swirl through her head, pulling her towards her own fervid orgasm, in perfect harmony with his…

©2011 Enchanted Zaftig

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