forbidden desires | adventurous sex | intimacy

An illicit vacation showed me uncharted realms of sensual joy. Now I can’t go back to our routine love life.

Sophie-Louise Clarke

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Erotic Desires

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The sight of Mark’s bare back brought a flutter to my stomach as he stepped into the outdoor shower at our anniversary retreat. How long had it been since I’d admired my dependable husband’s sculpted shoulders and narrow waist like this? The mundane comforts of our decade together had slowly eclipsed the raw attraction that first drew us together.

Standing here now, though, I felt a long, dormant tingling — a blossoming curiosity about the passion that still lay beneath the surface of our daily domesticity. As Mark turned under the cascading water, flashing me a carefree grin, I blushed at the direction of my thoughts. When did my polite partner become this dynamic, masculine temptation?

Later that night, we came together slowly and purposefully. Mark kissed me deeply, his hands roaming my body with confident control. I surrendered to his intensity, letting him undress and caress me without my usual shyness. Wave after intoxicating wave of pleasure crested through my senses, unlike our typical polite lovemaking. I cried out his name again and again, unafraid of being heard by the neighboring bungalows.

We woke up still entangled in each other and the rumpled sheets. Everything seemed brighter and sharper. My reflection in the mirror revealed flushed cheeks and an unmistakable sensual glow. I relished this newly ignited side of myself.

At breakfast, I slid my bare foot slowly up Mark’s leg, locking eyes with him suggestively. His intake of breath and roguish grin thrilled me. I realized then just how much I craved his desire. How I had missed feeling so irresistible and so wanted.

Back home, I found myself browsing silky lingerie and scented candles online while Mark was at the office. I needed to feel that delicious recklessness again. The burgundy teddy I picked clung temptingly, the silk robe trailing dramatically behind as I sprawled out artfully to wait for Mark’s return.