I find myself drawn to nature and exploring the sensuality that turn erotic and feed our desires. I’m currently writing a short story about a woman who is negotiating the purchase of a wine bar in a town along California’s central coast. I enjoy the area stretching from Pismo Beach, through Morro Bay and north to San Simeon.
I like kayaking in the harbors and spotting the abundant marine mammals while experiencing the contrast of stiff, chilly winds and warm sunshine.
I wanted to place a character in that town and have her erotic senses awakened. In this paragraph, she has just paddled across the harbor and hiked up a bluff. She comes upon a woman watching dolphins:
The woman’s eyes were welcoming and Cassie caught herself gazing and studying her shapely breasts. Her thighs were slender and well-defined with lines of muscle. A lightness in her voice drew in Cassie and ignited a wave of sensuality. An ocean breeze wafted up the bluff and danced along Cassie’s skin. Like a tiny flame devouring a twig and spreading to a larger stick, a tingling moved into Cassie’s thighs, along her spine, and into her thoughts. Goose bumps rose on her arms. The opportunity that presented itself was provocative and stirred her thoughts more furiously than the waves crashing on the boulders along the beach.
Perhaps it’s my own hectic world, seemingly impossible in which to make progress and one that tears at my own psyche, that calls me to write about the beauty and eroticism in nature.
I’ll keep you posted on its progress.