Her Secret Corner… Spanking Erotica

   It’s been beautiful here in Southern California.  Hot days and balmy nights turn a girls attention to …things.

Romance, both our kind as well as that which is somewhat tamer.  But it’s always erotic.  I stare at the ceiling at night, and my dreams turn to him. 

Him.

He’s dark haired… light skinned… green eyed.  About six-one, slim with long legs and straight hips.  He haunts my nights, and I wish fervently I had that elusive magic wand to wave and make mist turn to flesh.

Sometimes in my fantasies he’s sweet, a considerate lover who cherishes me;  sometimes he is stern, the no-nonsense disciplinarian wielding a strap…  But always he is sexy, with a quick, dry wit and an ironic smile playing about his lips.  He is a suit and tie guy, the type that always catches my attention.  He is confident without being arrogant, strong yet quite capable of being tender.  He has been my make-believe lover for as long as I can remember, and I long for him.

Summer always makes me wish he were real.  What is it about soaring temperatures that make my desires soar as well?

Maybe it is simply that renewal is all around.  Bright leaves, pretty flowers, baby kitties mewing for attention and love.  Everything is brand new, and with the newness comes the hope of a new beginning for myself as well.  Maybe this will be the time when flesh manifests, appearing before me with a crooked grin and lazy arch of a dark brow.  Maybe this will be the year I finally stop fantasizing and start living the dream for real…

I wanted to say thanks for all the nice e-mail and posts I’ve been getting.  I appreciate the support.  This site is my “fun” project, so since it’s fun, I can’t always get to it.  Unfortunately, the bills have to be paid and all those other things that seem to come along with being an adult!

But, spring is in the air, and with it comes a feeling of possiblity.  Who knows, maybe that great guy is just around the corner…  Or maybe, a great story is just around the corner.  There are several just bursting to get out of my head. 

You know, for those of us who write, we can all relate to the frustration of not being able to.  Whether it is writers block, or in my case, simply a lack of time, there is an edgyness that comes from not being able to escape into the pages…

For now my characters live within my late night dreams and they are great friends.  I look forward to introducing you to them.